Well, California voted for Bernie but Joe got the most nominations.
My theory is, Joe actually stood on the same stage, at the same podium, with a black guy. Coming from Hawaii, where I myself was a member of the hated minority race, I'll never fully wrap my head around the mainland black/white thing. Biden simply standing, physically closely, with a black guy means a lot to a lot of the populace.
So he stood up there with Obama so he's going to be the nominee. And I'll spend another 6 hours traveling to my polling place to vote for him in 2 years.
I took some books I was done with and hung them in two bags off of the handlebars of the bike since I'd taken the saddlebag assembly off, and rode over to the bike shop because today's the day the new rear wheel was going to be put on, and after dropping the bike off I went over to the book store and got $10 trade credit for the few books they wanted, and got an old copy of Arban's and a book about Louis Armstrong for $6 each.
Then I got on the bus with my bags of the books they didn't want and headed for downtown. I got on some weird college bus and got off by City Fish, where I got some oysters and scallops with a side of cole slaw, but they gave me fries so I said I'd wanted cole slaw so I ended up with both. I put the fries in a to-go container they gave me so after eating I was now carrying 3 shopping bags, looking like I was at least on my way to becoming a "street person".
I got on a #68 bus and got off by Paseo de San Antonio and looked for someone who might appreciate the fries. There was a mound of stuff that I assumed probably had a shopping cart underneath at one of the tables at Starbucks, so I walked over thinking I'd leave the fries there but part of the mound moved and it was a lady, whom I asked if she liked fries, explaining that they're from City Fish and she said she could sure use them. She spoke clearly and well, sanely. Yet another member of our disappearing middle-class, now out on the street. I'll have to keep an eye out for her, as I like to help people who aren't completely gone.
I walked over to Philz Coffee with the unwanted books, and went in like I owned the place, and stacked the books already there neatly in their little book shelf and then added mine. No one looked at me twice or said anything. This is something I'd never be able to do in Hawaii as, as a "haole" I'd be under suspicion wherever I went, and I'd probably get into some real trouble, even legally, as one of the books I donated was "With The Old Breed" about WWII in the Pacific and written by a US Marine, yet.
I made my way by bus again to my bank and put my pay check in, and went back over to the bike shop and picked up the bike, leaving just under $60 with them. The new wheel seems to work fine.
I got back in time to spend an hour packing things to take to the post office, and used the bike trailer to take my little box of packages, plus a bag of trash I put in my 2nd favorite Dumpster, and on the way to the post office picked up several political signs. The material they're made of is really good for drawer liners which I need to make some of. I was able to drop off the packages just fine, and picked up more political signs on the way back, and once back here, ate and relaxed a bit.
I tried doing some practice and it went awful. I mean, I take a day or two off and I can't even get much above C in the staff?
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