In August I was standing in line at an airport shop. The guy in front of me was buying a magazine with O on the cover. The clerk repeatedly asked him what he thought about Obahma. He wouldn’t answer and finally said he hadn’t made up his mind. I piped up and said “McCain!” The guy turned to me and grinned like a Cheshire cat. The clerk looked at me and said she was for Hillary, but if Hillary didn’t make it, then yeah, McCain. There you have it: an undecided, a PUMA, and a definite McCain supporter—three out of three votes for McCain.
OOps that was in May—I got my flights mixed up! mea culpa