On Sunday our son spotted a utility truck near his home.
It was from New Brunswick, the one in Canada. That night, his electricity was restored. Think of it: workers from a country with socialized medicine turned on the lights in the woods of Long Island. I am tired of stumbling around in the dark. I am also tired of the campaign, which amounts to the same thing. Earlier in the year I was reassuring my wife that I met that guy during the Olympics, and he could run the country if he had to. She knew better, long before his 47-per-cent remark and the Jeep-to-China lie. Now I read that Democrats would work better with a Republican president than vice versa. I also read blather about Obama being such a terrible person because he is an introvert. Something going on inside. Awful. . It’s a race. Workers from Canada vs. returns from 50 states. Maybe on Wednesday this will all be over.
John McDermott
11/6/2012 05:24:41 am
I'm beginning to think the entire world should be allowed to vote in the US presidential election since its outcome can have such a profound and far-reaching effect on the entire world. I also think that US election campaigns are way too long and involve people spending obscene amounts of money to acquire power for themselves(see Whitman, Meg) or their friends(see Adelson, Sheldon). And I also think we should listen more to what our wives tell us, especially you and I.
Ed Martin
11/6/2012 05:39:49 am
Glad you and family are safe and well, if cold I expect although I can remember gathering around the gas oven. 11/6/2012 07:57:48 am
George and John
Janet O'Rourke
11/8/2012 01:27:56 am
George, 11/11/2012 04:14:20 am
Governor Romney said after the election that he had not realized how organized the Democratic get out the vote ground game was. He should not have been. The Democrats continually said that they would win with their ground game.
george
11/14/2012 02:22:28 am
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I like your post. I agree with you waiting for electricity is not an option everyone need electricity to live. Thanks for sharing... 10/20/2013 08:42:27 pm
Your writing has impressed me. It’s simple, clear and precise. I will definitely recommend you to my friends and family. Regards and good luck Comments are closed.
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