They are almost at the finish line.
Candles burning brightly will be taken from a window in West Roxbury and a window in Dorchester; and the warriors will be welcomed home.
They have done an amazing job.
They have been machines.
They have built armies without weapons; just ideas.
They have lifted themselves above an enormously talented field of men; and one enormously talented woman.
One of those candles will be replaced by a beacon we will look towards for at least the next four years.
The tone in the last days has changed, but there is not now, and never has been, a degrading tomahawk chop story line.
My mother wonders why we can’t have two Mayors.
I have never been sadder not voting for someone and more thrilled voting for the other.
I shot this July 2005, when they were being themselves; friends; I hope they can get back to this place.
Catherine M. O'Neill 