Canvass

Oct 30, 2008

Dear Elana,
I am off to darkest Virginia where the fierce Virginianistanis live. Morning becomes elections. I will bring back some native arts and crafts. A voyage to Virginia to see the fierce Virginianians needs no frequent flyer miles, but lots of courage. If one day you see my shrunken head in a Walmart, please reclaim.

Oct 31, 2008
Dear Elana,
I have returned. I am beat and broken and bent and blized. Too tired to smile, too happy to stand.

Obama High Command sent me to York Pa, rather than Virginia. York must be minus 200 Watts more depressed than the darkest corner of VA. I think there has been no employment in York since Wieder closed the barbell factory, which on second thought might not have been owned by ol' Joe Wieder and might not be closed, but you get my point. Things are more bleak in York than in the bottom of a buggy whip mine, but we worked at a fevered pace to spread the good word. We knocked on 110 doors and reminded 29 souls of the election. Never in my life had I expected to be a missionary but it was OK. I saved souls and stayed out of the pot.

Nov 2, 2008

Dear Elana,

I will report my Tuesday experience at the polls on Wed. I am precinct Deputy Chair and expect my hands to be full with the problems caused by long lines of Democratic voters. Dozens of Republicans will also attempt to vote --  at the wrong elementary school. Poor souls have been lost for years. Further reports on Wed.

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