Tonight for the first time in a long while, the run felt less like a chore and more like a joy. The hills were just as steep and the path was just as long- but today the air was cold and crisp. I could see the smoke rising from the first fires of Autumn being lit in hearths through out Betton Hills. Warring McCain/Palin signs across from Barrack and Joe. God, it's beautiful out here. Earlier Cincinnati Reds Jason and I sat on the porch talking about America and what it means to us. We'll be casting different votes for different candidates on Tuesday, but our hearts are in the same place. It's the desire to be a proud country again without the arrogance of the past administration. But for now it's just lawn signs and smoke signals.
10/28/08
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