After Belmont Abbey College, we headed out of North Carolina, through the northwest tip of South Carolina and crossed the border into Georgia at Lavonia (pop. 1,845). And all (well, most ) of the 1,845 residents were on the downtown streets for a town Halloween celebration. And if there was ever a time for some average Joe campaigning, it would be now. So while the kids played some basketball at a local park, I walked up town — amidst witches and goblins — dressed in my costume. I was dressed as (You guessed it.) a: presidential candidate. Original, huh. I eventually stood on a heavily foot trafficked corner and passed out campaign cards. (I probably would have done better passing out Tootsie Rolls.) After a time, I walked about a bit continuing to pass out cards. It was then I came across a full grown man with bright orange hair standing straight up, a rubbery kind of ghoulish-looking mask and some clothes with odd looking patches. I gave him a card and said I was looking for a vice-presidential candidate. He said he’d think about it. I then turned and came face to face with a woman wearing a t-shirt that read: “Yet despite the look on my face, you’re still talking!” And from the actual look on her face, I could tell the t-shirt wasn’t part of a costume. Note: After Lavonia, we headed west into Atlanta traffic — which is often described anecdotally as a “stream of ants at an anthill.” And boy was it.