Yesterday, I took some time off the campaign trail to attend the boys first ‘music recital.’ It consisted of them banging sticks together, marching in a circle and pretending to be a bumblebee, and then engaging in some sort of random free-style dance. Parents were encouraged to participate, and when the free-style dance came up I felt the same sense of gnawing fear washing over me that I did at the 9th grade dance at H.B. Dupont when I finally got a girl I liked to dance with me and the D.J. chose Stairway to Heaven. The boys excelled—as I have written previously in this blog, they spend 40% of their awake time banging things together, so the wooden stick thing was right in their wheelhouse.

One other interesting development yesterday. The web site has a volunteer sign-up function (which, by the way, you should use), and it allows you to say what you want to do for the campaign as a volunteer. Most of the people who sign up volunteer to do the usual things that have to get done on a campaign, and for that we are very grateful. Yesterday we had someone volunteer to be my bodyguard and security. So for all the women who have been lining up at my various appearances and grabbing at me, this is a heads-up: the Denn campaign now has its own muscle.