Janet Lee Johnson | The Art of Marketing

We are no longer a country of old men. We’ve awakened to a new day. I have hope for a President who knows how to use the web for more than just fund raising, he knows how to use it to motivate people to act. I’m thrilled to have a team in place who can use the new communications tools at their disposal.

That community organizer background really paid off!

Perhaps we will get our CTO as part of a cabinet who’ll focus on improving our infrastructure, moving us toward energy independence, (both will heal a broken economy) and a diplomatic end to the wars.

Reality surrounds us - it’s too soon back to business. But I just want to bask in the moment a bit longer.

This morning, I feel great.

Walking away from a wonderfully hilarious David Sedaris show last night, my sweetie said, “It’s Halloween, and all I want is a few peanut M&Ms…”

It was 10:00 p.m. We stood in Portland’s Pioneer Courthouse Square waiting for our MAX train to take us home, trying to figure out where we might get a bag of peanut M&Ms.

Unwilling to pop into one of the (fairly seedy) convenience stores downtown late on a pretty crazy Friday night, we decided we’d be quite happy with the delicious dark chocolate marshmallows we’d gotten for Halloween from Alma Chocolates.

As we walked the fifteen minutes down the hill from the train, though, her craving became mine, and my craving became almost obsessive.

Just a few peanut M&Ms…

We laughed at ourselves - frustrated and craving peanut M&Ms on the biggest candy night of the year - as an Audi station wagon drove by, windows down, occupants yelling “Happy Halloween!”

Thunk, thunk. They had thrown something out the window toward us.

I looked in the street, and lo and behold, right next to the curb were two little yellow packets of peanut M&Ms.

Turns out it was a miraculously Happy Halloween.