The queues turned out to be non-existant at the Birmingham country court-house. There was one woman handing out how to vote Obama flyers, but nobody to hand them to. She asked me for a song, she wanted to sing gospel, great voice. We were joined by the lawn-mowing guy. My first day in Alabama, so I said to him "I guess you just like cutting the grass so much that you do it for free." He could play the harmonica without a harmonica, quite a talent. We were joined by the security guard who took over the axe and played some mean jazz. A regular election day jam!
In the evening I attended a small gathering to watch the results come in. We flicked between Fox News, CNN, NBC and eventually Comedy Central. All those networks try so damn hard to be neutral it hurts, like listening to Eddie McGuire commentate a Collingwood game. We drank champagne when Obama's win was announced, when history was made. Things would never be the same again. Then we got drunk and forgot about the election.
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