A few days ago I hiked up the Marin hill to an Obama precinct-leader’s house, where I picked up some promotional materials: “Women for Obama” bumper stickers for Lulu and her friend Esmeralda, a sign for my front yard, and a poster for the gecko’s cage. Gecka, normally complacent, got all excited about her new decoration. For a full five minutes she cruised back and forth trying to climb it. I’ve never seen her get so excited about a presidential candidate.
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Unlike Gecka and me, my sister has been actively supporting Obama since the earliest days. Yesterday she took this photo of him in southeastern Pennsylvania, where the moment of truth has almost arrived. “I shook his hand, while holding a diaper, so he might touch it for posterity. I told him, ‘it’s clean’ and he laughed…” The other photo shows her with grandson Ryan at her local Obama HQ.
Is the gecko registered to vote? If not, let’s get that sorted out lickety-split. Every vote counts.
Headlines the night before the Pennsylvania primary:
• An MSNBC poll of bowlers shows Clinton with a double-digit lead
• My sister sent me a whole new package of Obama stuff
Have you considered sending your poignant geckos for Obama clip to the campaign HQ? I guess if I were the staffer screening these things I’d want a little more upbeat soundtrack than the somewhat mournful tune you picked. Effective and touching, though!