The candidates are coming down like the wolf on the fold, what with the caucuses being barely under a year away.
I was watching C-Span as I came down on my laundry to fold, when, from somewheres in Northern Iowa, BETO appeared on the screen. It wasn’t exactly an event–he wasn’t giving a stump speech–more like, for him at least, the afterglow of one.
What was entirely clear was just how important he thought it was that the folks there around him, and anyone lucky enough to be watching elsewhere, understand–and share–the excitement that he felt about the fact that he was running for President of the United States.
I did feel something like awe, but somehow it was not so inspiring.