To see where I was http://www.google.com/maps?f=q…
I cannot say “google Francestown Turnpike, Mt. Vernon, New Hampshire” because it is not in google. I had to find a way to create a link for it.
My partner for the day, JoeS, and I asked for a “motor route” because he has two artificial knees AND a hip replacement, and I had a hip replacement, so we figured a route with “drive between widely spaced houses” would be the ticket.
Little did we know we would be trail blazers in an area where we were told several times, “I am a lifelong NRA member” – though we only saw one brace of freshly killed pheasants.
We also ID’d several Obama voters [yes!], and had many conversations that lasted 10 minutes or longer [some seemed glad to have visitors to talk to].
We discussed Obama’s tax plans with small business owners, climbed boulders to houses without doorbells [of the 33 dwellings we visited, there were only three doorbells, as I recall], and met both lordly cats, and boisterous dogs, a busy sunny day of canvasing in the trees and hills.
Oh yes, we ate Kate’s birthday cake, and also had long conversations with one another over a leisurely dinner – and sang happy birthday to Kate, yet again.
Conclusion: a day well spent. Thank you, Kate. I find it hard to leave the many demands of my life – and admit I came home to unfolded laundry and every one else’s dishes – but it was still well worth going.