My maternal grandmother's grandparents had a plantation near Oxford, Mississippi prior to the Civil War.  Family lore relates that when the Yankees marched through, they burned the house down leaving only a single table salvageable.  That table sits in my living room today, and all week, as I walked past it, I thought about how much has changed since that arm of my family packed up what little was left and moved to Texas, after the Civil War.

Perhaps dwelling on all those Southern roots soaked into my subconscious, because I decided to make buttermilk cornbread stuffed with okra, onions, and corn for my contribution to the impromptu " debate watch party" I was invited to attend.

I guess the Southern hospitality of the debate location didn't rub off on Senator McCain since he didn't exhibit even a vestige of the etiquette normally afforded between colleagues.

And make no mistake.  Obama has every right to be standing where he was.  He is the duly elected candidate of the Democratic Party and he is worthy of respect.