They ended up partnering me with a U. Michigan professor in Middle-Eastern Studies, zooming all morning across western Detroit on various missions from Ann Arbor party headquarters. Michael drove, I navigated shotgun, we delivered papers and people from Point A to Point B. It was sort of like those computer games where you drove around town making pizza deliveries or pickups or whatnot -- like a real life Grand Election Auto -- and fun, actually. At left, Michael and I at a polling site in Taylor, about twenty miles east of Ann Arbor, with one of the folks we helped out during the day.
They say there are a quarter million of us out there today.
So now we're in that place we're all familiar with: when the fellowship application's been slipped into the FedEx dropbox; when the speaker closes debate and the voting's about to start; when the exam paper's been handed in; when our patient's been wheeled down for surgery. Everything's been done that can be done. All that's left is the waiting.
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down --
Well, we made a promise We swore we'd always remember No retreat, baby, no surrender-- Like soldiers in the winter's night With a vow to defend No retreat, baby, no surrender...