Sunday, November 2, 2008


He wouldn't exchange a terrorist fist-bump. His conversation was uncharacteristically wooden. He had no body language to speak of when I ran into him at the tourist-crap shop in Washington's Union Station last week.

"Already voted for you," I said, giving the cold shoulder to his rigid and unbending rival standing on the other side of the aisle. (Illinois is one of the states with an early voting law, and I had taken advantage of that.)

My man's gaze, however, was direct, unwavering and friendly, and that was good enough for me.

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