1 in 60 Million and I had to meet her

While visiting a little bookstore in my Montparnasse (Paris) neighborhood yesterday the checkout clerk asked me if I was an American. Knowing what that can often mean here, I softly said "yes" which started an extended discussion of how much she loved America and George Bush. I was completely gobsmacked and had to pick my jaw up from the floor as my wife managed to chuckle and give the woman the latest information on just how poorly her man performed in the debates and that he was going down. Maybe she helps Richard Perle with his posh estate in the south of France or something, but that was an absolute first in the Bush years. People here loved Clinton but I have never met a Bush supporter in France. Talk about finding a needle in a haystack!