WooooooooooooHooooooooooo! If The Boomers played all day, I'd probably dance all day. Maybe I'll just dance all day anyway, with the occasional pause for reflection...
Jane and I had lunch and did a lot of remembering when....we started this run of four years....when we bucked old beliefs and did what we thought was the right thing to do during a strike...when we stood up to other leaders and said 'it is about the kids; not the money'...when we faced incredibly difficult personal battles, but kept on facing professional battles simultaneously~and then only crumbled privately...when we laughed over ridiculous stories....when we cried over assaults...when we bonded as friends forever through the joint experiences of our leadership positions because no one else could truly understand what it took to do the job.
Our skills complemented each other - Jane is politically savvy and very talented at being a more public persona; I'm a little more subdued in public, will never understand why ANYONE would want a political career :), and can usually see both sides of a story. We have borrowed advice and counsel from the other frequently and occasionally felt like Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee when in uncomfortable situations. Never have decided who was Dum and who was Dee though.
So, a jig? A Highland Fling? A waltz or foxtrot? The watusi or mashed potato?
Or a slow two-step, perhaps, with my friend Jane while we wear our battered gold sequin crowns upside down and laugh. And cry, as we share one more hug, and head out the door.
Thank you Jane, for everything.
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