In other words, whether or not a gay couple can marry is really none of my business. And I certainly wasn't going to vote to stop them.
That settled, I began admiring a photograph of Michelle Obama on some campaign literature: She had a radiant smile and seemed to be staring back at me, audacious in a sleeveless black dress and . . . wouldn't you know it: Leviticus pops up in my head, warning me, "Don't even go there."
But that's not what I was thinking, honest to God.