A Firehouse Full of (What Else?) Sexy Men!

On Sunday evening, as we were in the final push toward primary day on Tuesday, Billy, Cindy, and I had a welcome break of going to a firehouse in Essington to hear President Bill Clinton speak on behalf of his wife.

Did I mention the event was held at a firehouse? When I arrived I was reminded of why it is that I like firehouses so very much: the lovely (and friendly) firefighters and paramedics who staff the station!

While were there to "work the event," not much work needed to be done and it was generally just a relaxing time of hanging out with new friends and listening to the most inspiring speaker I have ever heard.

Billy, Cindy, Teresa (From Florida) and Me (Teresa from Seattle)

I had heard from others that had heard him speak in person that Bill Clinton is speaker unlike any other, that his presence fills up a room as soon as he enters it, that when he speaks all other people in the room seem to disappear. I found this all to be true. I don't remember what he talked about but I do remember wanting to shout "Amen" more than once.

When he was done speaking, he quickly worked the rope line, shaking hands. Unlike his wife, he didn't take time to pose for pictures with everyone on the line. I asked him for a picture but he said "I can't. I have to be somewhere after this." I wasn't easily deterred. "But I'm a nurse!" I cried. "From Seattle!" That did the trick. He turned around and joined me and my friend, Teresa for a picture. There was no one to take the picture so I held the camera at arm's length and got what you see below. Not the best picture, but a picture that I fought hard to get!