Michigan road trip
The Michigan primary was this week, and Allison and I drove 433 miles to Greenville so that she could vote in her home state. Even if Bernie Sanders hadn't pulled off the YUGE upset, it would have been worth it. This is the most politically involved I have ever felt, and I'm encouraged by the fact that a few of my friends who normally don't vote have said they've been sufficiently moved by Bernie's message that they will this year. (And of course there are the occasional Hillary-supporting friends as well, but the less said about them, the better. They certainly lack imagination, at a minimum.)
Our enthusiasm for Bernie was so evident that we easily persuaded Allison's father's girlfriend to go out and vote for him too. She said it was the first time in her life she'd voted in a primary (mine too!). No such luck with Allison's father—he's a staunch Republican, but at least he disavowed Trump.
The drive through Ontario is becoming a familiar one. I did it once on my own, last June, on my way out West, and Allison and I have done it twice this year on our trips to Michigan. It's interesting to feel myself becoming more familiar with Michigan—the small town of Greenville, and the long country roads leading to "downtown" (Grand Rapids, 45 minutes away). The next step, I suppose, is doing some proper exploration of Canada. We did stop at the Peace Bridge duty-free this time though, purported to be the largest seller of Crown Royal whiskey in North America. We bought two bottles.