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We're celebrating the minor victories

The Highway 6 bridge just opened over the Iowa River, connecting our side of town with west Iowa City.

Every day, we seem to be experiencing a few more of these glimmers of light in the darkness that enveloped our community.

It'll make our trip to Coralville for Henry's gymnastics lesson tonight a bit less traffic-congestion-choked. Why do we take H clear across town for lessons? Well, we don't, usually. Our regular gym cleared out all its equipment when the floodwaters threatened. Workers are still returning the rings and beams and bars to their respective places on the mats.

I don't know about anyone else, but having a few more "escape" routes open makes me feel much less claustrophobic.

Now I will have another way to get far away from Dubya, who is allegedly visiting our town today. He thinks he'll be our savior. Do you think he realizes that he's neck deep in enemy territory? Better be careful, Mr. Prez...we've all got the liberal disease, and it's contagious.

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