I knocked a hundred forty doors today, bringing my weekly total to about six hundred.
Maybe if I plop here a while, I'll feel tired. But right now I'm so psyched I can barely sit still. If the sun were still up, I think I could walk a few hours more.
It was a good day, and I had a lot of fun talking to people. Only four or five weren't friendly; and I found it easy to reply nicely to them as I moved along. One woman told me, I'm not voting this year because I don't like either candidate! I suppose I could have told her that her ballot lists about fifty different people running in about twenty separate races but I actually just wished her a nice day.
I met parents with babes in arms.
A retired black man heckled me mercilessly, then patted my arm and told me of course he was voting for my candidate.
While I was chatting with his older sister, an elementary school child, aged seven or eight craned his neck to read the name of the Senator I'm hoping to re-elect and then spontaneously cheered my candidate.
An older man, who had recently moved to this town, in a rundown house in an older neighborhood, had already carefully researched where to vote.
I met transplants from Africa and Asia and other parts of the Americas, that we here often forget when we speak of America.
I met a grandmother, who said she has never missed an election, and who lives next door to her grand-daughter who has never missed an election.
I'd ring doorbells, and people I'd just met would call from two houses away, "They're not home!" That saves me a half-minute a door whenever it happens; and it adds up
I met a blind man, who wanted to know if I could find him a ride to the polls, got his phone number, and passed it along. I didn't promise him anything, but I got a winning smile and a thank you. People who looked like stereotypical street thugs from some cheap thriller said thanks. A man sitting in his car asked for a copy of the door hanger, so I ran through my spiel with him, and he said thanks. I heard it so often it almost blended with the background noise of those streets: I might hear it in my memory whenever I pass through there again.
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And I love the grump story! 
Good work.
And let me add, I'm teaming with you with DFA Dialing this weekend !
I keep thinking, "If you're gonna talk about it; be about it!" And you certainly it!
In the early sixties, I attended concerts in Denver by Joan and Bob, separately, then together awhile later in Seattle. Great memories! I have both of their very first albums plus a few more--LPs of course. Rarely take them out for a spin these days, but I do treasure them.
And hey, thanks too for all your work on the campaigns. Blessings!
Thanks for sharing! 
for all you do and have done! 
I thought I was working hard, you flat out shamed me. Big time!
I appreciate you and every step you've taken to further our democracy in this country.
You deserve a much more respectable democracy than these mountains of dark money, gerrymandering, voter suppression, obstructionism, and endless bullshit the U.S. has devolved into. 
Keep up the good work!
Hopefully they'll figure out what's wrong with me soon.
Sounds like you had a good time and met some good/interesting people.
A happy dance for your efforts.
The worst part of this has been not being able to do for myself. When you go from going 12-18 hrs. a day to not being able to walk across a room is quite an adjustment.
All I can do is keep plugging away until they find out what's wrong. Even though it does make some around me crazy when I push my limits. But how are you going to know what you can do if you don't push? I've been like that all my life and 59 is to late to change.
Thanks again.
You're a good neighbor and a great patriot!
Maybe you will enjoy this fine fork from the British Museum
That's right from the front lines.
From someone who is having health problems & can't get out this year.
thanx for the inspiration, S4P
Your efforts are so much appreciated.
You rock! 
Whatever the case may be.
