|Written by Sherry|
|Saturday, 01 November 2008 15:42|
My first experience of living in a battle ground state.
In Seattle, it really didn't matter how I voted because the tide was so strong. You knew how it was going to end before it began.
Not so here. Obama is speaking in Pueblo, 40 miles south, as I type. Sarah Palin is due back for her third visit on Monday. We are popular.
I've read that the GOP has targeted certain individuals in critical states like Colorado and is sending each one 7 different mailers and making 7 different automated phone calls.
I'm sure that I have passed the magic number "7" by now - and the weekend is young. I don't know why I have been added to this privileged group since I am not registered with either party. I assume that as co-Director of a Catholic organization, they had me pegged as a possible.
I experimented yesterday and tried to tell the determined person on the other end that I had already voted. The voice yammering at me didn't miss a beat.
But the stunner was the e-mail I received this afternoon. The one telling me where my polling place was, complete with address, map, and driving directions from my house. I actually didn't know that it was only .6 miles away and would only take 3 minutes to drive.
Sing along with me:
"They know if you've been sleeping. They know if you're awake. They know if you've been bad or good . . ."