Somewhere in the Panhandle....

During my drive across the Texas Panhandle, in a tiny town whose name I can’t remember, I entered into an interesting conversation. I’d stopped for gas and something to drink, and when I approached the counter to pay I overheard the clerk and another woman discussing their health insurance woes.

This is a subject dear to my heart (The Man and I are both self-employed, so we pay through the wazoo for coverage), so I began to commiserate. “This may make me unpopular in this part of the country,” I said (expecting cold shoulders), “but I’m really hopeful that President Obama will improve things for all of us.

“No,” they replied in near-unison, “we’re all about Obama.”

Lesson: appearance can be deceiving and hope lives everywhere.