This morning I went to Starbucks and told the clerk, “I’ve just voted and I’d like my free coffee!” He smiled, and asked me if I wanted regular or dark roast. I took the dark roast. Then I headed for the Obama Campaign office to resume my phone bank calling.
Now it’s 4:30 PM and I’m home. I’ve got the TV tuned to MSNBC and here comes a Republican “strategist” saying with confidence to cute Nora O’Donnel that their 72-hour ground operation is working flawlessly, that their internal numbers tell them that John McCain and Sarah Palin are steadily gaining ground in the key battleground states, and this could—COULD—be one of the most stunning comebacks in American political history.
Whatever made me think I’d hear something different from these Republicans?
But I am not allowing any of this to sour my mood. I remember instead the pre-dawn when I went outside and started walking toward my voting location. Rosy pink sky and mild temperature, the start of a new day vibrant with promise and a feeling that good things—at last—are about to happen.