The dusk is deepening as I head towards my final door today
At my very first door this morning, I'm told that the person I'm looking for has moved away. But then his mother adds that she has a houseful of friends there right now getting ready to help us win tomorrow
Somewhat later, after lunch, I set out again and land in a neighborhood I haven't walked for months. I park and start towards the houses on my list, when a horn toots at me. It's Herb: we made phone calls together last spring, and he wants to help drive folk to the polls. So I grab his info and promise him staff will call
The third shift takes me down back streets I haven't seen since at least 2010. One fellow takes an immediate dislike to me, orders me out of his yard, and asks why I keep coming by. I don't think I've been by his house before, but while I'm ringing his neighbors' bells, he walks down by my car to copy my license plate number. A few streets later, the police catch up with me, circle around, take a good hard look-see, but then apparently decide that a guy with a clipboard and a chestful of buttons, putting out door-hangers the night before an election, probably isn't an archcriminal, so go their way without stopping me
A few minutes later, I'm heading to my last door, past a gaggle of cute awkward little high school girls on the corner
Oooh! Can I have a button?
I give away all but one of my buttons and then ring a doorbell. Nobody is home
Who you voting for? one of the girls asks, behind me
Of course, they've just gotten my Obama buttons, but I manage to keep a straight face
O-bama, I say, with a thumbs-up
Begins with O! one tells another
I wish them a great evening. They wish me the same
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