It was like waking on Christmas morning, seeing presents under the tree and then finding it wasn't Christmas after all, and we'd have to wait a week before we could play with our new toys. The morning was cold, wet, and our feet ached, but only the need to be back in Abilene for 8 a.m. classes made us leave. I don't know whether I will ever have children, but somehow thinking I'll tell this fictitious offspring about our political adventure made the historical importance of this election seem more real. In the end, the hour when we thought Bush won was wonderfully worth it all. And after every Florida vote is counted, and I do believe Bush will win again, I'll get to relive all the joy I felt that night.
Lightning can strike twice.