Day 63.

Can I tell you a story?

Eight years ago, on the night before election day, I was phone banking for Barack Obama. I called a woman in Florida, I think. When she answered the phone she sounded older, and tired. I asked her if she planned to vote tomorrow, if she had a way to get to the polls.

“Child,” she said to me. “If the good Lord comes to me and tells me tomorrow is my last day on earth, I will go and I will vote for him.”

I thanked her. She wished God to bless me.

I hope she is watching him tonight.