Now Is the Time for All Good People to Hobble to the Aid of Their Party

For my first foray outside since I got back from the hospital, I hobbled, ducklike, down the street to the Mormon church to vote—not for a new Mormon leader; they have a system for that. No, it was Democratic primaries that had me braving the cold and snow and puddles I can't jump over at the moment. As my favorite art historian remarked, they let us have our cake and eat it too: I could vote for Kucinich in the primary, but all the available delegates were for either Obama or Clinton.