by David Lowry From the battleground state of North Carolina, I am receiving text messages and phone calls urging me to vote about every half hour. Something special is brewing here, you can taste it in the damp air as the peak fall color of red and yellow leaves negates the need for sunshine. From the day Obama blew out Hillary in the NC primary and lifted a PBR to the sky in downtown Raleigh, I knew something special was about to occur.
North Carolina is the state where the civil war ended (in Durham, look it up) resulting in the birth of the cigarette onto the world stage. It is the state, where not too long ago Jesse Helms reined supreme. But this summer, Sheril and I stood in line with 40,000 other people in front of the Woolworth's store in Greensborro. The same Woolworth's store, where 48 years ...
