....and, in my mind I was transported back to being 11 years old the magical year of 1976. It was the US Bicentennial, an election year and Norman Lear's liberal sitcom stable dominated TV's Top 10. My big worry in life was that I was going from Elementary School to Middle School in the fall.
That fall, Mom, as she did 4 years earlier in 1972 for the McGovern campaign, brought my brother and I down to the local Democratic Headquarters to stuff envelopes and fill small plastic bags with Carter campaign lit. Afterwards, working off a grid crudely drawn over the map of my small city in upstate, NY, we went door-to-door, faithfully leaving the literature hanging from the knob. We did this every weekend in October, 1976.
Election night was joyous in our house. After the crushing defeat by the now-infamous Richard Nixon of the gallant George McGovern four years previously, this election night gave us something to really celebrate. I think Mom got drunk on champagne... 
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