The elderly black man pulled up alongside my car a few minutes ago while I was madly dashing around doing last-minute errands–I’d gone to the polling place first, then the pharmacy, now I was on my way to the post office–and he made a point of catching my eye and giving me a huge grin. I smiled back at him, wondering for a moment… Oh! Right! Of course. Duh.
I’ve got an Obama sticker on the back of my car. My first-ever bumper sticker in my life:
“Hope.”