...where everyone is happy and then some about their man beating the shit out of everyone else in his race. We're sitting in an old-timey rocking chair on the front porch of O'Brien's (gorgeous) Fremont home. A friend of the family describes the O'Briens as "the Kennedys of Fremont," and numerous people agree.

Mike O'Brien is ridiculously charming. He has chickens, and gives the Stranger Election Control Board some fresh eggs, sawing off part of a cardboard egg container for us to transport the gift-eggs home. "I used to be river guide," he says, "so I know how to transport fresh eggs." Swoon!

He also said some stuff about the election: "A campaign like this is never about me as a human being. It's about the issues, the community...I think the tunnel is a symbol of bigger issues, not just about what politcial insiders want, or what a few downtown businesses want..."

O'Brien also mentioned that he's "blown away" by his amazing lead in tonight's results, and he makes a habit of saying this: "I am a threat to the status quo." He says it sweetly, like a Fremont gentleman.

UPDATE: An old man with a curly waxed mustache fell down and hit his head and the fire department had to come save him! (Could there be a Kennedys-of-Fremont CURSE?)