I've been listening carefully to peoples' opinions and realize the source of my Olympic feelings. A CBC listener summed it up: "lt's like they've invited the world but forgot to invite Vancouver. Someone else said: I'd feel a helluva lot better about it if I had hockey tickets." It was the inaccessibility of tickets for locals as well as their high prices that were bugging me. It wasn't for lack of trying, I spent way too much time pressing the
ticket search button. The party was starting and I couldn't go.
Officials spouted it was no big deal, there were plenty of free events with large screen TV's for the masses. That made me feel real good – a bit Marie Atoinette-esque, "Let them eat cake."
Then something happened.The confession: through a random set of circumstances my invitation arrived:
Granted, the tickets are way way way up in the sky, I think third row from the top, but I'll be there. One second I wasn't going and the next I was and all of a sudden it felt great.
I may have sold out, but I've learned a lot about the importance of inclusion.
And I get the best of both worlds because I am Canadian! And I am American! I get to cheer twice.
The next day was the torch relay and I saw it in the morning in front of my office and in the evening two houses away from home:
And although not knit, look for the baby's hat in this picture:
I'm on my way!
Life's a Stitch 
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