This afternoon I experienced something spectacular. My first time observing a legislative body in session left me speechless. Well, actually, I murmured to myself inside my head throughout the amendment voting process.

Gun control is talk of today as last week an ISIS-inspired lone wolf attacked a gay night club in Orlando, killing 49 and injuring many others. Yet a Republican majority accomplished nothing hours ago, rejecting each of four amendments offered to prevent suspected terrorists from obtaining guns and background checks being mandatory to reign in illegal online weapon transactions. Based on this display, you might overlook that days ago three frustrated Democrats led a populist movement, a more than fourteen-hour filibuster on so-called “business as usual.”

Well, back to my encounter. First, my eyes were being stimulated in fifteen different directions. Gorgeous architecture and clusters of hugely influential people scattered throughout this chamber above which I sat, as far raised out of seat as acceptable without seeming questionable. Jane Sanders looked on in a neighboring gallery, while below her presidential candidate husband appeared without a group to belong, pacing down aisles, occasionally moving front-forth and gesturing yay/nay in silence.

That surprised me! Nobody responded when the chamber vocalist, to qualify her title, called out to each delegate present. They continued their independent conversations. Cory Booker and Kirsten Gillibrand basically sat atop each other in presumably conversing about tri-state-area news. John McCain and Rand Paul talked for a few moments before near-hairless McCain drifted over to signal disinterest in continuing debate.How could they table this motion, I wondered, something the public so desperately is demanding be addressed thoughtfully and promptly.

How could they table this motion, I wondered, something the public so desperately is demanding be addressed thoughtfully and promptly. Anyway, my highlight arguably came as I left the Capitol building. Unaware of my bearings, so to speak, I glanced left and right after exiting the elevator in search of an exit, when I noticed behind me a vivid purple dress, which I recognized in memory from prior as that of Massachusetts Senator Elizabeth Warren, a hero of progressives like myself. What to say? Do? Nothing. I continued through the door, holding the metal bar ever slightly as respectable people do whilst departing a room. Inside I felt shivers. What a moment! Have I made it? Is this my peak? I sure hope more amazement ensues.

Anyway, my highlight arguably came as I left the Capitol building. Unaware of my bearings, so to speak, I glanced left and right after exiting the elevator in search of an exit, when I noticed behind me a vivid purple dress, which I recognized in memory from prior as that of Massachusetts Senator Elizabeth Warren, a hero of progressives like myself. What to say? Do? Nothing. I continued through the door, holding the metal bar ever slightly as respectable people do whilst departing a room. Inside I felt shivers. What a moment! Have I made it? Is this my peak? I sure hope more amazement ensues.