My vote matters more than your vote

Note: On the Facebook page, I mentioned a little while back that I had a folder full of drafts I never finished: More than 60 of 'em, in fact. I'm going through that folder now, deleting what's not worth it, posting what might entertain you. This gem dates back to December 2007. 

So, I'm a New Hampshire voter now. Which means, having tried so hard to ignore the presidential race until some folks drop out, I now have to make an actual choice, from all of the candidates. Like everyone else here, I am registered as "undeclared," which means I can vote in either primary. Probably, I'll vote in the Democratic one, but who knows?

Luckily, the ridiculousness around the New Hampshire primary means I have plenty of opportunity to check out the candidates. With very little effort on my part, I have managed to see Bill Clinton on behalf of his wife, Michelle Obama on behalf of her husband, Bill Richardson on behalf of himself, and now, The John Edwards Show.

Gotta admit, I went because Bonnie Raitt was going to be there. She was, and so was Jackson Browne, and they were awesome. Before them, Peter Coyote got up and had a few things to say-- he's a "hey, it's that guy!" I remember best from E.T. and Erin Brockovich. And then Granny D showed up, apparently unexpected by all, including the Edwards campaign, and she was outstanding. Elizabeth Edwards had a few words to say, the candidate finally spoke, as he was answering questions, Catie Edwards jumped in with some of her own thoughts on the Supreme Court. It was all very exciting, yadda yadda, yes, I'll consider voting for Edwards.

But it was also New Hampshire. So there were little kids running around and making a ruckus. I was in the second row of a small room [Note from 2013: I don't remember what I was going to say, don't remember what happened at that event, but wow, how things have changed since 2013. I did not vote for Edwards, in case you wonder, though I did vote in the Democratic primary. Just thought this one was worth sharing for the blast-for-the-pastness, even if you don't get the end of the story. Rest in peace, Elizabeth Edwards and Granny D.]