May the spirit of Liberace guide and protect us

Smack dab in the middle of our precinct this afternoon is the Liberace Museum. The folks who live in the area are hardly living the lavish lifestyle of "Mr. Showmanship." We were in the poorest neighborhood we've walked so far. And we were there after dark, so I was a bit worried about the cash I had in my wallet. White dude walking through a tough neighborhood with a wad of twenties. Real good. After a dinner break, I unloaded my wallet and stashed my cash in the van.

We ran into another Move On canvasser today knocking on some of the same doors.

We were told that the organizers had expected 300 volunteers this past weekend in Vegas, but we were more than 1,000. Tomorrow, they now expect 1,500. That's in addition to whatever other groups are out and about.

Today our van was full of people from California: a native Canadian Ph.D. candidate studying at Berkeley, a single gay man living in the Castro who is part of a group called "The League of Pissed Off Voters," and an African-American woman with fabulous hair from L.A. named Stacy.

Robert just got his second water massage of the day. Now we're off to see the Cirque du Soleil show, Zumanity, right now. Then we catch some zees before heading to the staging area at 7 a.m.