We’ve got the whole scene covered here, folks. Bob is down on the floor sitting with the Mass. delegation, only a few yards from the podium. Charley is up in the nosebleed seats with the folks who have “community credentials” (i.e., the tickets that about 55,000 non-connected folks got). And I am back in the press box with the other credentialed bloggers. There are more bloggers here than the room can accommodate, but fortunately I won a spot in the lottery, so I’ll be here through Obama’s speech. I never win lotteries. Good time to change my luck. Now THAT’s change I can believe in! ;-D
I’m the only one of the three of us with an internet connection, so you’ll have to rely on my impressions until the other guys get a chance to post later on. For now, I can tell you this: the atmosphere in this place is electric. The stadium is packed to the freaking gills — and when you think about the horrific lines that people had to stand in to make it in here, that’s quite a testament to how badly people wanted to be here. Charley (on the Twitter feed) is right: this is a unique event in our history.
For now, here is an excellent picture taken by Bob down on the floor: a ten-year-old kid who is an alternate delegate to the convention.