I feel like I'm at a campaign rally when I walk down my very left-leaning, middle-income, majority white, Baby boomer street. For about a mile, all I see are "Biden", "Bye-Don", "Riden' With Biden", and "Biden/Harris" signs. Deep dark blue, and proud of it.
I'm a lowly basement-dwelling renter in one of these stately houses, with little money, and barely a part-time job. So I feel detached from the neighborhood. I'm an observer, I guess, and not a participant. My landlords are a friendly, retired married couple who have never shared with me their political or religious leanings. I have enormous respect for that. It's just nice not to know some things. Maybe they're Trump supporters. Maybe they're uber-religious. If so, they don't make it an ordeal.
Well, what's new in my neighborhood is that there's a Biden/Harris sign on my front lawn (okay my landlords' front lawn). So now I know. Really, it's not a big deal to me. It could be much worse. They could have put up a Trump sign. Yikes. And if they did, they'd be ostracizing themselves; they'd be 'those people' on the block, the jerks rooting for the evilest buffoon on earth.
If there was a Trump sign and not the widely-accepted Biden sign, the neighbors would judge them, harshly. What an ordeal.
On a walk the other day, I decided to turn off the main street. And low and behold the most extraordinary political display to date. A Biden/Trump house!
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