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Stopped by my house to feed my dog, take a break from canvassing this afternoon. What a gorgeous fall day here in Colorado. 70 degrees, sunny, and just enough of a breeze to rustle the leaves.


Funny thing I've noticed in my corner of the Mecca of the Right-wing Republican Base, I'm seeing more 'for sale' and 'for rent' signs in front yards than McCain/Palin '08 signs. Highly unusual in these parts, especially since there are almost half as many Obama/Biden '08 signs. I guess petty partisanship takes a back seat to economic realities.

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