There was a man tapping on our front storm door yesterday, and usually I shoo them away.  daMrs likes to keep the front door open all the time, 10 feet from the couch, which is a point of contention: it makes it harder to pretend to be not at home to Jehovah’s Witnesses, but she likes the light and – happy wife…

Mikey, Captain of Team Fierce

Thus, with Mikey, Marshall, J-Jay and Jack all barking at the intruder, I got up to shoo him away, until I saw all the Hillary bling.  So I pointed my finger down and rotated it in a half circle, the universal sign for “Go to the Back Door.”

This gentleman looked like a short, grizzled version of Mr. Cub, Ernie Banks.  He was canvassing the neighborhood doing GOTV (get out the vote) activities for Hillary and the Ohio Democratic Party.  Looking at his phone, he confirmed that My Legal Name III, and daMrs indeed lived in the household.  Were we still supporting Democrats? I showed him the tat.

I don’t shave on Saturday

“Oh, HELLO!” he beamed.  daMrs and I got matching tattoos of the Obama rising “O” symbol exactly 8 years ago Monday, which was a few days after Barack Obama was elected President.  We met on the campaign.  I was running two counties for Obama here in Ohio.  She came in to volunteer. Which is why this Cubs fan now lives in Ohio.

“Are you going to vote early, or vote on Tuesday?” he continued after loving the story. I always vote on Election Day, except 8 years ago, when I was so busy winning Ohio single-handedly and falling in love that I forgot to vote absentee back in Illinois.

He tapped our info into the app on his phone.  ON HIS PHONE. I was about to relate how, 8 years ago, we had to print out all these maps and…  “This isn’t 8 years ago, the man has a job to do.  Let him go do it!” the non-nostalgic part of my brain yelled through the fog of self-important reminiscence.

I thanked him for all his hard work, we fist-bumped, and I encouraged him that we’re gonna win.  And I believe we are going to win Ohio, because the GOP has nothing like this guy in Ohio, not in any great numbers, and not so fired up: those OH GOPsters who are in the field don’t all like the OH Trumpsters, and vice versa.

When these folks come to your door, answer it and let them know when you’re intending to vote.  It will help them to know whom they have to bug and when, in case they haven’t voted yet.  Thank them profusely, it’s all the pay most of them get. Then send them on their way to get the job done; time is short and every 3 minutes spent with you is one less door they can knock.  But when a Republican canvasser comes to your door, still answer it; but then do this:

“Lemme tell ya ’bout 8 years ago…”

Picture it: Defiance, Ohio, 2008…