It got to me. It really got to me. The footage of Barack walking, slinking, flowing down the sidewalk towards his grandmother's home. He moved full of love and concern, oblivious at that moment of his future role in the world. That's why it got me. Because he didn't seem to be affected by this. His only thoughts were on Toot. I wondered too if he felt like having a few puffs on a strong cigarette; his human side edging inside or if he thought a strong drink and a card game with some of his buddies would fulfill some respite from his recent duties. In this scene; one that would become, no doubt, one of his last 'normal' experiences, did his eyes swell with tears of sadness or joy or pride or anticipation? As his jeans scuffed the cement it occurred to me that he, Barack Obama, will be the one who will change the world. God speed Toot. Thank You. And Toot, please stay until Election Day.