  While walking to my car after work, I noticed several triumphs of the human spirit. Several teenagers had sidewalk chalked the area around the fountain with whimisical drawings and sayings, something I do occasionally that makes me smile and rejoice when other do the same. In addition a group of people were jamming (I use that word loosely because I techinically do not know what the word implies since I don't play myself) on accoustic guitars next to the river. Such actions as these keep the possibility alive that not all hope is lost. I'm only working Friday night this week so I want to party. 
