Well I changed my mind on Super Tuesday. The swing happened when I got into the voting booth in a failed patio store in deepest West Knoxville. The place had been a barn once --- Cows, horses, hay, animal manure. After barn came retail, and now it was empty except for the voting booth and the folding tables. The brick silo still stood just outside, across the parking lot from the Pizza Kitchen and the sushi joint. The pasture was now a parking lot filled with $40,000 cars and SUVs

Yes, I was about to cast my primary vote in a barn. Insert Tennessee joke here.

The strip mall surrounding the barn reminded me just how fast things change in this country. A few generations ago our ancestors were scratching substinence crops out of a craggy Tennessee field. Now I'm at the same spot sipping a $5 latte, trying to decide whether to vote for an African-American man or a woman for president.

It's a brave new world. The changes never stop, and most days I'm glad for it.

Change is a chance things might get better.

On that thought, I pulled the Obama lever.  Bring it, Barack.