"I love him so much," she said. "I think it’s great that he can talk to the dead."
"That’s John Edward," I said. "This is John Edwards."
"There’s only one famous John Edward," she said. "And he talks to dead people."
"This John Edwards is running for President," I said.
She gave me a long look. "Does he talk to dead people, too?"
That was an honest-to-God conversation I had. On a picket line with elderly munchkins handing out donut holes. This is a strange world we live in.