Looking For Leaders

I heard a news story about people waiting in line to vote in Nevada. It was a party, people feeling they were meeting friends. And there was a critical distinction: THEY DIDN’T ASK EACH OTHER WHO THEY WERE VOTING FOR. “I’m just a good old boy in a cowboy hat” one said. “And I’m makin’ friends here today. I don’t know who they’re votin’ for. And they don’t know who I’m votin’ for. And we like it like that.”

“Would you like to tell us?” the interviewer asked.

I could hear the grin in his voice. “No,” he said. “I really wouldn’t.”