why I like my neighborhood

Two weeks ago, I was mowing the front lawn. From about a block down the street, I saw three of the neighborhood ten year old girls, running down the sidewalk, jumping up and down, waving their arms and screaming. The lawnmower of course was very loud, so I couldn't actually hear them. Ah, I remembered running around the neighborhood,at that age, being spastic with my friends. It's just one of those pre-teen things. They're probably talking about boys. Aww, cute lil' tweens. So they get to the sidewalk just in front of my house, and stop running, but they're still jumping up and down waving their arms at me. I turn off the lawnmower, and suddenly I can hear them: "go barack! go barack! wahoooo!!" Obama had just won the nomination. These girls were ecstatic. Boys? Forget it. You have to win the democratic nomination to get these girls' attention.
Go Barack! (John and I shall pine for Hillary still, but onward, ho!)