I can see Nevada from my window.
Tonight’s Veep debate probably drew a SuperBowl sized viewership. The media was reporting a supreme potential for flubs, faux pas, and eye-shielding moments to make you cringe. If you believed the hype, some sort of disaster seemed forgone. Sadly, it was relatively disaster free. Unless of course you consider ignoring the moderator’s questions a disaster.
This brings us to tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m driving across the border into Nevada. To the “Biggest Little City in the World”, where I will work for the next President of our United States. Door to door style. While I’ve voted in every presidential election since 1988, and even dropped a little skrilla for candidates now and then, this time it’s different. I’m totally compelled to hit the streets and do something where it can really count. Nevada.
For me, it should prove to be opportunity to get to know our neighbors just a touch to the East. While close in proximity (even closer then Alaska and Russia), there is so much I don’t know. For example, how will they vote in the Presidential election? And, what’s up with the grubby bearded miner dummy in Old Nevada?
I’ll report back.
Gd.
On a pretty tangential PS:
Late last night searchers finally found the wreckage of Steve Fossett’s plane in the rugged terrain of the Sierra Nevada just over the Nevada boarder, in the Mammoth Lakes area of California. In his ill-fated flight, Fossett took off in a single-engine airplane from a private airstrip near Reno. It was morning, and large thunderheads loomed over the peaks. Now, I set out from my private drive in a forest green Volvo V70, headed to Reno. It will be morning, and it there’s a 50% chance of precipitation. Please wish me luck.