While I was out for my lunch-hour walk around the neighborhood, I stopped in at a local bakery to pick up an after-lunch snack and heard the gal behind the cash register, who was talking with the guy ahead of me, pass a disparaging remark about Republicans. I knew her from previous visits, so when she turned to me I said huffily, “Hey! I heard that! I could be a Republican, you know!”

“I know,” she answered me, “and I don’t care. That’s the beauty of living on the East Side of Madison.”

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