At 8:23 I make a video, then ask Craige if he feels up to singing. We do a strong and well-focused rendition of "Underneath The Pines", then pack up our equipment and walk back to the intersection and head our separate ways. Today is full of students, with a rehearsal in the evening. And whatever resistance tasks I can do — I have almost run out of postcards!
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That is to say, at the moment I have exactly NINE cards left, though more are scheduled to arrive, perhaps in today's mail. All of us political veterans are somewhat shell-shocked and traumatized by various Elections From Hell over the past decade, so even though the auguries are generally good, none of us are relaxed. Buckle up, friends. "It's gonna be wild."
See you tomorrow.
Man With Sign
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