Deanna, leggy, beautiful, and daring, came a long way from a rugged childhood and the time of liquor bottles aimed at her mother’s head.
So said a Washington Post reporter in 2008, “Councilwoman Deanna Flin is a fresh face and a breath of fresh air in D.C. politics.” In the eyes of her colleagues (boozing old school boys with potty mouths and potbellies), she personified Hillary Clinton, the little engine that would, if she could, overturn the political status quo.
“Too big for her britches,” said one, which struck Deanna as funny, but not in the ha-ha-ha way.
Mayor Rubin Staley resented her because she defeated his choice for the City Council seat she won. He’d endorsed a woman more unscrupulous than he. If elected, he’d take her aboard his …show more content…
He joked. “Good. Let’s go to the Justice of the Peace. Come on, let’s go. I’ve got a big ole’ diamond ring and a marriage license right here in my pocket.”
Deanna really laughed at that one.
Up to the minute the band, Xiomara (See-a-mara), stopped their oldies but goodies session and Afro-jazz rhythms, one debate led to the next intellectual debate. Galen never graduated from high school, but he had the knowledge and thinking capacity of a genius. He butted heads with Deanna over politics and religion. The movement of art through African and European civilizations, existentialism, creative right brains, scientific left brains. They touched on many issues and subjects of interests to them both until the lights came up bright and full and the bartender shouted, “Closing time.”
They finalized the evening with a promise and very serious plans to see each other again soon. Soon by Deanna’s timetable measured as far away as heaven from earth. Whether Galen called Deanna to welcome her back into the sweetest dream. Or she called him with a dry mouth, and a lump in her throat, had long been stored in an imaginary chamber she’d packed with good memories and good
So said a Washington Post reporter in 2008, “Councilwoman Deanna Flin is a fresh face and a breath of fresh air in D.C. politics.” In the eyes of her colleagues (boozing old school boys with potty mouths and potbellies), she personified Hillary Clinton, the little engine that would, if she could, overturn the political status quo.
“Too big for her britches,” said one, which struck Deanna as funny, but not in the ha-ha-ha way.
Mayor Rubin Staley resented her because she defeated his choice for the City Council seat she won. He’d endorsed a woman more unscrupulous than he. If elected, he’d take her aboard his …show more content…
He joked. “Good. Let’s go to the Justice of the Peace. Come on, let’s go. I’ve got a big ole’ diamond ring and a marriage license right here in my pocket.”
Deanna really laughed at that one.
Up to the minute the band, Xiomara (See-a-mara), stopped their oldies but goodies session and Afro-jazz rhythms, one debate led to the next intellectual debate. Galen never graduated from high school, but he had the knowledge and thinking capacity of a genius. He butted heads with Deanna over politics and religion. The movement of art through African and European civilizations, existentialism, creative right brains, scientific left brains. They touched on many issues and subjects of interests to them both until the lights came up bright and full and the bartender shouted, “Closing time.”
They finalized the evening with a promise and very serious plans to see each other again soon. Soon by Deanna’s timetable measured as far away as heaven from earth. Whether Galen called Deanna to welcome her back into the sweetest dream. Or she called him with a dry mouth, and a lump in her throat, had long been stored in an imaginary chamber she’d packed with good memories and good