In early October I was in Nashville to celebrate the life of John Prine. My wife and I went to the Johnny Cash museum and then had lunch in the bar connected to it. While watching some baseball at the bar an ad for Kamala Harris came on the TV. A white woman sitting next to us made a face of such utter distain at the mere look at VP Harris' face. That look scared me and it's one I'll never forget. That was my first doubt that women would coalesce for their daughters. It keeps playing in my mind.