Op With Obama

Sweet shift into Drive and clear-sky early evening, we were whizzing to a downtown pre-destiny, my sister and I–invitees to a VIP pre-rally photo-op with then Sen. Obama, courtesy of a local campaign crony and our e’er toiling Matriarch (you see, friends from all three sides of the political aisle we do haveand e’eryone knows that if you share a smalltown long enough, some of those folks are bound to invite you to tea, as it were, with their/your/someone else’s, dreams). See it now with me, as if you were theretwo first-generationers, she and I