This is what happened next.
I dreamt that I was back in NYC, in what felt like my earliest days there after 9/11, and I ended up at the famous bookstore, The Strand.
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I was a mess, carrying a huge annual calendar, and I’d lost a shoe or something on the subway.
When I looked up, I realized I was sitting next to @lilytomlin.
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The owner got up and said this:
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I started to cry.
And he gestured to me, and said “some of you cry for what you used to do here, and what’s been lost.”
Lily looked at me and said, “what did you used to do here?”
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The owner kept going. He talked about art, and books, and knowledge, and times gone by.
And then the music started (Billy Joel, Piano Man, the song my parents played for me 100s of times as a kid), and Lily Tomlin leaned in.
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Lily put her arm around me, gave my shoulder a squeeze, and said this:
“You know, I can’t promise you that you’re going to be all right. I can’t promise you that WE are all going to be all right.”
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“At least we all have each other. At least there is that,” she said.
And then she hugged me.
I woke up and promptly burst into tears.
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Today’s the day the articles of impeachment go to the Senate.
So much has been lost.
And I can’t tell you that we’re going to be ok.
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And we must continue to do the very best we can.
Wednesday in America, January 15, 2020, under Donald Trump.
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