Thursday, July 19, 2007
Here’s a first-person account from the guy standing next to the mud-caked woman in yesterday’s already-famous photo.
As I’ve told all the journalists who have called, I don’t know the name of the woman. It just didn’t seem important at the time. What seemed important was staying close to her, letting her know that somebody cared and getting her help. Like everybody else, I certainly hope she is okay.
7:07 PM | 
George W. Bush is gone in
days hr min sec
Recent Comments
Esther: Yeah, I know, I'd have liked a more resounding vote.
homer: Because of your close association with William Ayres, you are
Andy: I think the Obama campaign should co-opt "That One!" for
Daniel: That's distressing. But then again, since the myth about curse
Esther: That is pretty interesting. Although my favorite bit of presidential
View My Stats
logo by dan'l
Blogroll
abstract nixon
accidental new yorker
andy's chest
anything but poetry
apt3e
bletchley park
bob's yer uncle
boolah
cheap blue guitar
choire sicha
citizen chris
confessions of a southern boy
crash and byrne
cscfon
daily brad
elf-reflection
faggoty-ass faggot
fulminous
glennalicious
good as you
gratuitous violins
happy shiny things
hit or miss (my partner)
homer's world
jarretthousenorth
jere-rigged
joe.my.god.
jon collins
kobenhavn
last debate
little minx
marc acito
mark's rants and raves
morbid optimist
notes from the underground
rebel prince
revolution freedom
rob byrnes
search for love
table spins
til the cows come home
trabaca
traveling spotlight
trial and error
tuna girl
uffish thoughts
ultrasparky
useless! worthless! insipid!
zionide