*45 Days before November 4th * "Bigotry is the Sacred Disease" - Heraclitus 535-475 BCCool, misty Saturday morning. We are two days away from Fall. The seasons come and go, and I like them all. In the San Francisco Peninsula, the changes are not anticipated with dread. For the outdoor activities enthusiasts, Fall offers many pleasures. I look forward to walking and running through the woods, and gathering wild mushrooms (mostly chanterelles).Listening to: Goldberg Variations, Johann Sebastian Bach BWV988Glenn Gould, Piano - 1955 recordingSONY S3K87703 *Do the Right ThingThis year, the presidential election is of special significance. While it would be great to see the end of the Bush Administration -- eight years of misdeeds, too many to list -- are we going to end up with the McCain-Palin team who will continue the reign of dark forces?CBS News Voters and BigotryHow America votes could come down to the economy, and that could be especially true in many of the so-called battleground states where voters have been hit hard economically.But a new AP-Yahoo News poll shows that race could also play a big role in how some voters make their choice - and this may not bode well for Barack Obama.According to the poll released Saturday, a little over one-third of white Democrats and independents agreed with at least one negative adjective about blacks, and they are less likely to vote for Obama than those who don't hold such views."There are a lot fewer bigots than there were 50 years ago, but that doesn't mean there's only a few bigots," said Stanford University political scientist Paul Sniderman, who helped analyze the exhaustive survey.Obama is not free from warts but compared to the dark side he is preferable by far. McCain has become like a man possessed. The once principled man is a pitiful caricature of his former self. A McCain victory will put Palin a heart beat away from the presidency! Just thinking of that scenario sends shivers up my spine. Do you want Todd Palin as a decision maker behind the scene ? * End of Summerby James Richardson (The New Yorker Sept.3,2007) Just an uncommon lull in the trafficso you hear some guy in an apron, sleeves rolled up,with his brusque sweep brusque sweep of the sidewalk,and the slap shut of a too thin rental van,and I told him no a gust has snatched from a conversationand brought to you, loud. It would be so differentif any of these were missing is the feelingyou always have on the first day of autumn,no, the first day you think of autumn, when somehowthe sun singling out high windows,a waiter settling a billow of white clothwith glasses and silver, and the sparrowsshattering to nowhere are the Summerwaving that here is where it turnsand will no longer be walking with you,traveller, who now leave all of this behind,carrying only what it has made of you.Already the crowds seem darker and more hurriedand the slang grows stranger and stranger,and you do not understand what you love,yet here, rounding a corner in mild sunset,is the world again, wide-eyed as a childholding up a toy even you can fix. How light your stepdown the narrowing avenue to the cross streets,October, small November, barely legible December.