The Texas Two-Step: The Final Chapter 03/04/2008
The scene after work, about five o'clock. A couple hours later, after dark, when I came back for the caucus, the line ran halfway down the sidewalk from the school. Once I found out it was the line for the caucus and not for voting (I don't really understand this either), I took my place. A few minutes later, the line ran all the way down to street, turned right, and ran to the corner.
Meantime, a steady stream of election officials came out to explain what was going on (or what wasn't, as the case may be). The young woman next to me in line had a fancy cellphone with Internet access, and she was checking on the Ohio results periodically. Another, calmer, older Obama supporter came out with a box of blueberry muffins (I had two, further deepening my corruption), and she paused to explain how delegates were selected and apportioned. For the last few weeks, I've been struggling through Brian Greene's book about string theory, and frankly, string theory is easier to understand that the Texas Democratic Party delegate selection process. The women standing around me all seemed to be nodding as if they understood, but I was in a sugar stupor from the muffins and the granola bar and didn't follow a word of it.
Once inside, things moved pretty quickly. There was one table signing up Hillary folk on the left, while to the right there was a whole line of Obama tables. It looked like a mob (albeit a friendy, joking, gentle mob), and finally the forthright young woman with the fancy cellphone saw a break ahead of us, and beckoned our little group to follow her. A minute or two later, I was standing at the table, ready to sign my name as an Obama supporter. I asked the happy young guy behind the table to take my picture as I signed. Here's what I looked like, doing my civic duty:
Then I went home to watch the results on MSNBC. When I woke up this morning, I found out that despite my best efforts, my guy had lost in Texas (and Ohio and Rhode Island). So I'm feeling a little cranky and out-of-sorts this morning, though that might just be me coming down from last night's sugar high.
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