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Oh. Never mind.

I met Howard Dean today. You know, like, for real met. Well, actually all I did was shake his hand. He thanked me for coming and was promptly ushered along in the direction of a video camera. They say we were on CNN.

[Note: At this point during the writing of this weblog, I left to go work on an assignment at the ARH, then got food, came back, watched too much television, got embroiled in a fierce snowball fight, returned, watched Charlie pretend to know how to swing dance, while simultaneously and not coincidentally being entertained moreso than I can ever recall, laughing for what must have been a solid fifteen minutes straight, at which point I finally grabbed my camcorder only to find that the batteries were out, then finally returned to my room to find that I had started a blog four hours ago. "What the hell?" I said. "Oh. Right."]

Anyway, I'm not sure if we were on CNN or if somebody lied to me. Regardless, Howard Dean has a great handshake. This led me to think about one of the maybe five King Of The Hill episodes I've ever seen, in which Hank doubts his choice to vote for a presidential candidate on account of his limp handshake and how, had I shaken Kerry's hand when he came to Grinnell three weeks ago, I may have entertained the notion of deciding for whom I shall caucus in January based solely on whose handshake I deemed superior. They really shouldn't let people like me vote.

But they do.

God bless America.

Peace.
-Todd