As the Holidays sped by, the idea of a Chapel Hill rally for John Edwards seemed less and less interesting. I was tired, sore, and felt overwhelmed with work and family situations.
Then I looked at my wife.
This woman, whose memories are filled with National Convention broadcasts and political discussions with her hard-core Democratic father, was once again a child. As the days approached, her excitement could be measured on the Richter scale. There was no way I could deny her this satisfcation, nor would I. For this woman, political involvement is a family legacy.
After an hour's drive of interesting discussions with my wife and a friend, we arrived at Southern Village, a Chapel Hill development whose story is best left for another time. Before us was a facsimile of a small town, or what planners believed a small town should be. On the center commons stood the scaffolded stage where, in a few hours, we would hear from Senator Edwards.