Sigh
Most of the volunteers are still in the field. They'll stay until the polls close at 7 p.m., but we're heading to the airport. A little early, I'd.say, but our van ride has some people who don't like to fly by the seat of their pants like Robert and I do.
We knocked on just about every door three times today. We wrote personalized notes on door hangers. And while we took a frapaccino break, we called people on our cel phones. The roaming charges are going to get me.
As soon as we got back to the staging area, they sent another crew out to our precinct to keep knocking as people start getting home from work.
Marty
posted by Marty Grimes @ 8:11 PM
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I was listening to music on the drive home last night (couldn't process any more news or talk radio) and popped in a Bruce Hornsby CD. This live, soulful version of his song that Don Henley made popular in the '80s just captured the mood:
Oh beautiful for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And we've been poisoned by these fairytales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since daddy had to lie
But I know a place where we can go
And wash away the sin
We'll sit and watch the clouds go by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
Let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end, This is the end
Of the Innocence
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