Today I must undertake one of my least favorite tasks on the campaign.  No, not quite as bad as pursuing wealthy corporate lawyers through Rodney Square at lunch with a butterfly net in search of campaign donations–but close.  Today is the arrival of the lawn signs.  I am not sure if it must be this way or if the folks who have helped me with my campaigns simply tell me it must for their own amusement, but the metal portions of the lawn signs (which, cumulatively, weigh about the same as an ICBM) are delivered by a courier that requires the campaign to actually lug them from the truck into the building.  I, of course, feel a moral obligation to help my friends at the Teamsters union who have volunteered to help unload them.  So we have arranged for an early morning delivery, and while all of you are reading the paper or debating who got voted off American Idol last night, I will be stopping off on my way to work to lug giant boxes of steel bars through a parking lot.