I am still basking in the glory of Obama's stunning victory. Like many Americans, my wife and I, as well as my daughters and their children, hit the road for the ticket and were happily rewarded as was America. Betsy and I canvassed a neighborhood here in Rome to see if folks needed rides. We also went to a telephone party where we talked to volunteers in Colorado. They couldn't believe Georgians were calling them. Our three grandchildren--8, 6, and 1--hit the streets in Pittsburgh, PA both before and after the primaries. In the spirit of unity, the Clinton folks campaigned just as hard for Obama as they had for Hilary.
And on election day we got a call around 6 p.m from a girl in northwest Rome. It seems she had registered on the other far side of town, so we hustled out past Mt. Berry and found her with her four small children, including one 3 year old who was autistic. As we raced to beat the 7 o'clock poll closing, she told us that she was voting for Obama because he understood poor people like her. This was one of those moments that will stay with us. No, Obama didn't win Georgia, but he won her heart and many more like hers. We know that know human being can live up to the expectations heaped on the president-elect's back, but we hope he knows that we are with him for the long haul.
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