A couple of weeks ago I was visiting my family in a small rural town in Pennsylvania. As dusk approached one afternoon, my aunt came up with an idea.
“No one around here knows you!” she exclaimed. “Why don’t you wait till it’s dark and then put up our Obama signs!”
Over my short stay, I ran about 10 miles or so in their neighborhood and sighted more McCain signs that I’d ever seen in Boulder, period. I considered my aunt’s suggestion.
“Wait until dark? Do you think I’ll get shot or something?”
“I don’t think so,” she replied.
I was hoping for a more resolute answer. Maybe something along the lines of “Are you nuts!? Do you think I would put my favorite niece in jeopardy??” I opted out and decided to let my uncle be in charge of the scary stuff.