Quick diary. I live in Belmont, Mass. Yes, that Belmont, and let me tell you it's not all palatial estates with their own tennis courts and car-elevators. A lot of us regular working folks live here as well.
Anyways: this morning as my wife and I were waiting in line to vote, we noticed not only a lot of Romney supporters and police officers waiting at the perimeter, but also members of the press and Secret Service agents everywhere. You know what that means: sure enough, after voting we were leaving, and Romney's motorcade showed up.
Lots of cheers from the pro-Romney crowd. There were some Obama signs, of course, but no jeering or booing from that quarter. I didn't catch a glimpse of Romney, and we chose not to stick around and try. We both had to get to work. I personally have no desire to meet him in person anyhow.
Like any good 21st-century American, of course the first thing I did when I got to work was tell my story to Facebook. One of my friends immediately replied:
I look at it this way, you voted for Obama, Mitt voted for himself. Your vote negates him of even being there.
Amen to that! And they say 1 vote doesn't make a difference.