Missy the Schnoodle and your obedient ol’ Okie take the day’s long walk in the AM — at least a mile plus. The little dear comes to the bedside around 6:30 and taps the mattress with her paws. She’ll lie down for a few if I tell her to, but only for about another 1/4 hour. Then, it’s up and at it — put the coffee together, hydrate and get to doin’ the walkin’. We take various routes depending upon how sleepy I still am after a block or two. Often we will walk by the front of St. Monica’s either during or just after the first morning mass– which always brings to mind The Anchoress, who is writing a series of posts for Advent this year in case that interests you.

Today, for some reason, instead I turned up Lincoln and headed to Montana Ave. About half way up the first block I hear a voice, calling to me.

“Hey Mister!” “Mister!”

I don’t get called that very often, even though I am 56, almost 57 years old. I stop and look over and see what I can only describe as a heavy-metal chick, a not unattractive black-haired young woman, wearing all black leather duds with spikes, black lipstick and driving a black Toyota FJ Cruiser with a white top. She was also slurring through her words, big time.

“Uhhhh, can you tell me how to get to Hollywood? I need to get to Hollywood and I’m not familiar with the area.”

“Damn”, I’m thinkin’ to myself. That’s a ways away and she’s a mess. “Where are you trying to go in Hollywood?”

“Sunset and La Brea.”

“Well, ya gotta turn around and go to the first light, Wilshire, make a left and then go all the way to La Brea, make another left and go up to Sunset.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.”

Geez, then why don’t ya just get goin’, I’m thinkin’.

“Cool, I need to be there in 15 minutes!”

“It’s a lot longer trip than that — will take you close to an hour maybe” . . . but she was already moving away from the curb and hadn’t heard that last remark. As she drove off she leaned across the seat and yelled at me through the passenger-side window.

“Love ya dude. I’ll vote for ya!”

And then I had an epiphany. Although she had been told something many times, at some point repetition had done it’s job and she finally believed. That’s what happened on Nov. 4th. Barack Obama was put over the top by the wasted-at-7AM heavy-metal-chick voting block.

Yeah!

Now the question is, how do we get us some of that action in 2012?

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