I volunteer weekly at an Obama field office.
Headquarters is a pleasant and exciting place to be. Talking with potential voters by phone can be funny—especially the nasty ones. "Don't call this number again!" screeched one memorable Memaw. "I don't want nuthin' to do wit ya!" yelled a friendly Pepaw.
Many calls are exhilarating. Today the most effusive Obama supporters were elderly white women, some well over the age of seventy. "I love that man," said one. "Although I wonder if maybe his wife should be running!"
As a social worker, placing these calls is fun and easy.
Still, I do screw up. Do you ever find yourself speaking, have reservations about the path you're on—yet foolishly proceed anyway? It doesn't happen to me often, but did today. I knew better.