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Pittsburgh: Speaking of Stalin... 8:00 a.m. E.T. At 6:40 a.m. are already a dozen people in line on this clear, cool morning at a Greenfield polling place in the strongly Democratic East End. Richard St. John is fourth today. He's been first so many times. "I've never seen anything like this," says the 56-year-old small press employee." I can't remember seeing two or three people other times...
...test you have to wait in line to take. But for Gaddis, who is black and said she is excited about Obama's potential presidency because it shows the country has come a long way in race-relations, it's a test she wants to take. "It would be cool to be a part of history," she said. "Plus, [Obama] has good politics and everything." - By Justin Horwath / Minneapolis...
...Comes Out for - Obama? 12:45 p.m. E.T. Most of the country is experiencing unseasonably warm, dry weather today, which should boost turnout for Obama. (Studies have shown that Democrats are less likely to vote in bad weather; it is rainy and cool in Philadelphia but the turnout seems to be big.) Of the 10 battleground states, the only two with serious weather are Virginia and North Carolina, per AccuWeather.com meteorologists. A coastal storm is moving up the mid-Atlantic and could stifle turnout in some areas - particularly from North Carolina to the Tidewater area of Virginia. - By Amanda Ripley...
...will fight back every time they attack you. Actually, don't even wait 'til you have to fight back ... Let's finally have a Democrat who's got the balls to fire first." In other words, Barack should be more like Mike. Yet the Democratic candidate has remained cool, seemingly impervious to rough charges from his opponents. It's John McCain who's been firing early and often. Tuesday's results will show which tactic...
...from the stone jug in the cupboard, drinking it all in a single enthusiastic gulp. She burped softly and smiled to herself. How warm the day was! Her cheeks were slightly sunburnt, and she pressed them, first one, then the other, against the palms of her hands, which were cool from the glass. She wanted now to commune with the breezes, out on the veranda maybe, or in the shadows of the cypress trees. But first she had to attend to her master. As Roxanna tripped lightly down the hall toward Frederick’s chambers, she sang bits...