I commemorated Super Tuesday by voting the primary. I had decided to cast my ballot for Obama after reading about his view on immigration and listening to Michelle give a speech on CSPAN. I like Hillary very much. I think she's been badly treated by the press and anyone who doesn't approve of a First Lady who speaks her mind.

On Tuesday I felt I was making a considered decision based on facts. I bellied up to the booth to fill in the circle with the felt tipped pen. Then let it ride into the ballot box. Then, for some reason, I got choked up. I had not anticipated this vote would cause me to tear up, but it did. I was born the year that Rosa Parks took her seat on the bus. I grew up with civil rights and my life has been very different as a result. Yet, who knew when the day would come when I would get to vote for an African American candidate?

Tearing up was probably the most appropriate thing to do.

T.