A collective roar

No, I'm still not doing political commentary.  But sometimes when, say, the Yankees beat the Red Sox, or the lights come back on after two days of blackout, Manhattanites hear a sort of collective cheer.  Last night, beginning at 11 p.m., there was a two-hour-long collective roar.  I think it came from the whole city.  Eventually, between the shouts, chanting, car horns, and helicopters, I gave up on the idea of sleep.  I sat in the living room window and watched people walking, running, high-fiving cabbies, and kneeling to kiss a chalk drawing of Obama on Broadway.  And I couldn't see that much.  

Here, no one even asks who you're going to vote for.  The Upper West Side, so I've heard, is in the second most liberal congressional district in the United States.  I wish President-elect Obama well.