1. Leave polls at 7:05 a.m. Exchange smiles with a couple half our age. He is white, wild black hair and full black beard. She is Afro-American with cascading corkscrew locks. We have seen neither in the neighborhood before. It feels like God is a writer who has dropped us a symbol.
2. We remember that it was 40 years ago that we first voted together in a presidential election. Adele went for Eldridge Cleaver; I abstained. This is the first time we have felt about good to the bone about an election since.
3. People at health club, on streets, in café have never seemed happier. A middle aged Asian woman asks the young Hispanic man at the espresso machine if he has voted yet.
4. I pass three white males in suits. One says, not with apparent regret, "Tomorrow,
it’s going to be a different world."
5. KPIG plays "This Land is Your Land." For the first time I can remember, it lifts me with optimism, instead of tweaking me with what-might-have-beens.
And now to turn on the results. I knock on wood.
Causes Bob Levin Supports
Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, ACLU, PEN, Berkeley Emergency Food & Housing Project.