Voting, for them, is like a romantic event. That day she voted not only with Art but for him. He was running for the Wisconsin Legislature. Art won not only Joan but the election. I'm impressed by the voters.
Nobody looks torn and tormented.
Nobody screams in anguish as they push any buttons. I restrain myself, too. But I was still reading up on Gore and Bush late Monday night, and I came across a term that's been used to describe the pathetic people like me, the undecided ones who shift back and forth retaining the impression of the last person we talked to or the last persuasive article we read. I am a pillow, a story said. Leaving, I think about the lucky politicians who ran unopposed.