So here's the story. Back in August I was in Cincinnati for the wedding of some friends I decided I'd see if I could be of any help at Kerry campaigns local office there. Their volunteer coordinator told me that what they needed most was warm bodies to walk in the Black Family Reunion parade going on that weekend. I show up early Saturday morning as directed at the Cincinnati Museum Center parking lot where the parade is assembling. I find the folks organizing the Kerry group, put on a Kerry/Edwards t-shirt, stand on the periphery of the group of thirty or so, trying hard to blend. As I'm staring down at my shoes, I feel a tug on my sleeve. "Excuse me, miss," a kindly older woman said to me quietly, "do you know where I can get a sign for my front yard?"
"Sure," I say, "just go to the website, double-you double-you double-you dot john kerry dot com, there’s a form you can fill in to request one and then they’ll..." One of the local Kerry organizers had overheard and jumped in. "Ma’am," he said, "just come up the office on 12th Street after the parade. I'll give you a yard sign."
It was then, I realized that I had fully a Washington jack-ass I have become. Instead of doing everything I can to get a voter to her local campaign office, get her involved in the campaign, I point her to a website.
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