That Old Familiar Feeling

By Sniffles

Some of our feline friends were out and about this morning in the Sunshine State, engaging in a bit of "honk n' wave" in a heavily Latin area of Miami. (Yes, cats can do visibility, even though it's a little difficult to hold an Obama sign without opposable thumbs. We also want to add that at one point we were joined by a very cute little dog wearing an Obama button on his collar.)

Anyway — while we realize that our experience was totally anecdotal — we must say: It feels an awful lot like 1992 out there.

It's not just that folks were beeping, smiling, and signaling "thumbs-up" to us over the sign-waving McCain people by a ratio of about six to one. Which they were.

It was who was doing it.

It was all kinds of people: They were young, old, black, white, Hispanic, women, men. They were middle-aged professionals in suits and young office workers in open-collared shirts. They were older Cuban guys in guyabaras and beautifully dressed Latin ladies in flowered shifts. They were moms with kids in the back seat, garbage collectors in their big trucks, bus drivers, El Dorado furniture deliverymen, health care workers in scrubs, lunch wagon drivers, and guys pulling U-Hauls filled with gardening tools. And they were all happy and smiling and excited about Obama-Biden.

Yes, we know. It was a tiny snapshot in time, an hour out of a single day. But we haven't seen this kind of crossover appeal in South Florida since Clinton-Gore.

The fact that there's another hapless Bush in the White House is, we assume, pure coincidence. Or not.