By Han Xu

OUTSIDE BALTIMORE, 4:00 a.m. — About five hours ago I left New Haven on one of the Af-Am house’s buses with approximately 70-80 other Yalies.  Now, we’re stopped to refuel at a Maryland rest stop just north of Baltimore, along with almost a dozen other tour buses.

All of the rest stop’s shops — Starbucks, Cinnabon, Sbarro and the like — are still open and serving long lines of customers, weary looking travelers with little obvious in common except for the Obama clothing worn by all.

Just as quickly as the crowds materialized, suddenly they were gone again, continuing on towards D.C.  ”I feel like we’re going to Mecca,” remarked one of my traveling companions.