Anyhow, I just got back from Iowa. Your two humble hosts decided we should do what we could to support the Dean campaign on this, the day before the Iowa caucus. So, we got into my 1998 Monte Carlo Z34, and headed to the first major(ish) city on the other side of the border--Mason City, population 29172. We went assuming we'd be sent door-to-door to bother people, and we were...Well, let's say that idea didn't thrill us. It was cold outside.
"How cold was it?"
It was so cold that we really didn't want to be walking outside!
Well, much to our delight, we were offered positions calling folk instead. And it wasn't even just random phonebook calling or some other such nonsense. We were calling people that had, at some point, expressed an interest in or support for Howard Dean. Not all of them were still on the Dean camp, but many were. Anyhow, we were basically calling them to inform them about where the caucus for their precinct was located. We stayed for a few hours, and called probably a few hundred people each. Changed a few minds. One guy was so impressed with my politeness that he decided he was definitely going to go to the caucus and vote for Dean. Which, if you think about it, is a pretty odd reason to vote for a candidate. Glad for the support, however.
I did call two dead people. That kind of sucked.
So, yeah. That was fun. Well, no, it wasn't all that fun, but I certainly don't regret it. It was fun in retrospect, if not at the time.
So, then we left. We didn't really know where we were going on the way out, and wound up driving down a somewhat minor little residential street. We happened across a large bus with the words John Edwards written on the side in rather large letters. It was parked next to a small mall. So, we found a parking spot and decided to see if anything was happening. There were definitely a lot of people congretaging around one room. And, sure enough, there in the center of everything was John Edwards, easily the most charismatic of the eight candidates. We couldn't hear much of his speech, but it was fun to watch. So, he shook some hands, and Joe got his autograph. Then, he walked out of the room, and gave another short speech to the folks who had been standing outside, unable to hear. Then, he left. It was cool.
And that, as they say, is that.
Just a few more months until Super Tuesday. Just a few more hours until Iowa. The suspense is tangible.
All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental and should not be construed. No names have been changed to protect the innocent, since God Almighty protects the innocent as a matter of heavenly routine.