Bush's potential election, a notion that was once too farfetched for anyone to believe, is gaining reality faster than a boulder gains snow on an avalanche. But I am not the only one in disbelief. All around me there are angry reporters, politicians, and campaign workers many of whom are both inebriated and politically aggravated, which is not a charming combination. At this point I move down the street to the Cumberland Club where a private party is being thrown and attended by Gore's campaign staff. Here I learn that the only way Gore can win is by regaining control in Florida and winning at least one of the mid-western states which are undecided, predominantly due to the equivocation of the Nader factor.
Morale is at an all-time low.
But at this point in time, chances seem slim that either of these miracles will occur. Oh what a night Almost six grueling hours later, the disaster of all disasters materializes. As I rest my eyes in an easy chair facing the television, I awake to find a pompous Bush graphic on the screen. Bush has taken Florida, and the election is over. Or so we think.