Four years ago, I voted to unseat George W. Bush. My husband and I visited our polling station in the rumpus room of a Catholic church (ahem, separation, anyone?).
And then, heartened but frightened, we went to Caffe Trieste in Sausalito to knock back a couple glasses of plonk.
An old friend spotted us there, and chided us for our early imbibitions. (I know. It's cromulent.)
We finally went home, still heartened but frightened, and followed exit polls on the Netz. Hopeful! Amazing.
Then came Ohio, and... disaster. Bush thought he had a mandate. He thought he had political capital! On the narrowest of wins.
But yeah, he won. Somehow.
My comfort comes from knowing he will not win again tomorrow.
My fear... Well, let's not go there.
Help me out here, people. Vote to end the madness.
I'll be at Caffe Trieste if you need me.