Stephanie Greig is a strikingly attractive, green-eyed girl in her late 20’s living in Los Angeles. Yes, she is an actress. And yes, she’s also a waitress, at the popular upscale pizzeria Mozza. She was working there one night when she got to talking to a couple of Barack Obama supporters named Vicki and Max.

Stephanie had read Obama’s book and wanted to get involved. Max and Vicki, it turned out, were about to go to Texas to help out with the campaign. They invited Stephanie to join them.

“There was so much positive energy,” recalls Stephanie.

They flew out to Texas with a group of about 15, including Max and Vicki’s three children. Only when they arrived did Stephanie learn who the couple was.

Max is Max Kennedy, son of Robert Kennedy.

We’re here at the University of Texas Obama office. Of course, Yosi’s propaganda precedes us.

About a hundred students are getting instructions on how to call voters and canvas. Since the election is tomorrow, reminding voters to vote is a priority. Max stands up on a chair and gets the crowd fired up.

Max Kennedy doesn’t have the New England accent of his father and uncle. Instead, he sounds like a high school football coach, his voice deep and powerful.

“This is the most important election of my lifetime,” he declares.

He ends by leading the crowd in the famous, “Fire it up / Ready to Go” chant. When he screams, “Fire it up,” it feels like the walls are about to crumble.

After Max comes Grey’s Anatomy’s Kate Walsh.

She speaks very intelligently about how she chose Obama. She quips, “This is not a two-family system, it’s a two-party system.” She describes the caucus process as both “democracy at its best” and “a wicked game of dodge ball.”

After, there’s a long line to get pictures taken with her. This guy seemed particularly excited:

The volunteers get to work.

Summer and Noah, the Kennedy children, start to get restless. Noah won’t stop singing, “This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends…”

Later, I’m pulling my car out of the parking garage, and the girl that takes my ticket has an Obama sticker on her sweatshirt. I complement it.

“Oh, thanks!” she said. “That’ll be three dollars.”

“Three dollars!” I exclaim. “That’s not change you can believe in!”

She laughs, and lets me exit for free.

Who says change is just a word?

– Hillel Aron