Election Day, 2008

It all seems like a dream. After nearly two years of politicking, we've finally arrived at the big day. Hell, it only takes a season (ca. 6 months) for two opposing leagues or conferences to reach the World Series or Super Bowl. This whole process has been entirely too long, too tedious.

I don't know if I've fully adjusted to last weekend's time change or not, and now we have this. All day long I've had the feeling that if I turn on the TV there ought to be a couple of football games on and a bunch of guys swatting little white balls across massive landscapes of lush greens sprinkled with blue ponds and ocher pits of sand.

Maybe accenting that something's missing feeling is our lack of satellite TV we're still in cold turkey withdrawal from. It's absence is really conspicuous on days like this. But, hopefully, once the polls begin to close in the east, we'll join the rest of America via the local networks as we learn whether we still have some pretense at representative representation or not. (I'm reluctant to say representative government as shown by the grand support the two 'opposing parties' had for last month's bailout bill despite the vast majority of Americans opposing it.)

An hour and a half ago Mrs. Dada departed for our precinct voting location in a Korean church. I don't know what she's officially called, but she's volunteered to observe the process there and watch for any irregularities or complaints from voters. She's far more civic minded than Editor Sam or I. But in another half hour or so, Sam and I will take a run over there and see how it's going. (To make up for our lack of dedication, however, we will take the Civic mind you.)

Received the following e-mail from my relative from Oregon this morning:

I am planning my Tuesday off around election coverage on the old
boobtube.  I have a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge to get
me through the night, and if things start to look really bad I
have a bottle of Jack Daniels in the liquor cabinet.  Oh well,
only time will tell what happens.

Sounded like a good idea, so I went to the liquor store in the new strip mall just two blocks away. The beer delivery truck was there (a sign of good timing!). I laid in a supply of India Pale Ales. If things really go to hell tonight, it will be good to have a liquor store so close by the next 4 to 8 years.

So with the beer chilling, I too am now prepared for whatever may happen next -- just in case the delivery this evening turns out to be a long and/or difficult one and, instead of what most are expecting, the process results in the birthing of banana republic.