Now that I am finally able to reclaim my U.S. citizenship, in my first official act I am adding “Barack” and “Obama” to my spell checker.
I can’t believe no one has put a picture of it on the web (at least not one that I can locate), but the best bumper sticker we saw in Hawai’i looked something like this:
and then the Honolulu Advertiser spun it this way:
On the night of the 4th, we were in a sports bar on the main drag in Hilo, knocking back margs and eating “Lava Wings” as we watched the election results. Suddenly, he made it look so easy. Me ka pilikia ‘ole, no ho’i?
This is only the second time in my entire life that I’ve voted for a presidential candidate who actually won, and the first time I’ve ever voted for a presidential candidate because I wanted him and not because I didn‘t want the other guy.
When Obama appeared for his victory speech, a woman at the next table started weeping into her balled-up napkin. I certainly wasn’t going to cry in a sports bar in Hilo, but I winked at her when she turned around, and I thought: “Wheee! Here we go!”