Yesterday afternoon I walked through our neighborhood to do an errand.
Apparently copious quantities of spores had blown through the area. Countless manicured lawns had sprouted McCain-Palin yard signs. They were all over the place.
In this neighborhood of more than a hundred homes, only one has displayed Obama signage, beginning prior to the Primary.
I finally found the opportunity to stop by and introduce myself.
I rang the bell.
A woman came to the door, simultaneously talking into a phone and attempting to restrain a friendly barking dog. She put the call on hold.
"May I help you?" "Uh, I just wanted to stop by and meet you," I stammered. "We're Obama supporters. We moved in six months ago."
She got off the phone and invited me in.