Moody Amphitheater
Hillary Street Blues
The worst thing about caucusing? Waiting around for an eternity to see how your candidate fared in the count. Then getting banished to a lone table at the far end of the school cafeteria with, oh, maybe a dozen other Hillary women, plus three men. The cool kids, with happy, bouncy kids of their own in tow, took up several long tables up front, with way too many of them jockeying to be Obama delegates. The leader of the group had to use a microphone. At Hillary's table, you could talk in a normal tone of voice and still be heard. We finished up and left well before the Obama crowd. "That was depressing," my caucus partner said as we headed home. "It would have been a lot different in Puerto Rico," said she who grew up on the island. "At least people would have been yelling and screaming. There would have been more of a fight."