451

Parking in a forbidden-feeling parking lot, trudging through snow, standing in long, snaking lines, enjoying conversations with long-time acquaintances and new-found peers, meeting my sister to hand over a bierrock, cheese and apples, cleaning my dad's glasses, feeling and smelling the chlorine-studded, energy-charged air of a crowd gathered for a democratic caucus in my town. These are some of my recollections of last night. The profoundest part was hearing people count off. I won't forget saying my number, 451. And there we were, six hundred twenty-five people in a standing-room-only space, voicing our support for Obama. A very memorable evening.