The law prof, who headed the Criminal defense Clinic at the School, was almost a character out of a novel.  He'd been living Legend at the PD's office with his trademark cowboy boots and ferocious courtroom style, and he was  beloved by his students.  He was also a self-described "last of the 1960's bleeding heart liberals" and a constant crusader for social justice as much as the criminal kind.   So when he said at a clinic meeting one day:

"Hey anybody want to come to a Fund-raiser tonight?  its for this great guy who hasn't got a prayer of winning, but he SHOULD win cause he is an intelligent, articulate guy whose heart is in the right place"

I went out of sheer curiosity.  Sure enough that "guy"  turned out to be Obama, and he was everything the law prof said.  My stupdity came from not listening to my heart and deciding I was too busy with school to play Sancho to this Don Quixote candidate.   My loss and a good life lesson about idealism I think.