Here we are Tuesday evening, huddled around the television anxiously watching election results roll in.
This year, our two youngest sons were able to vote in their first presidential election. Two of our family members cast absentee ballots. Three of us waited in line for over two hours (some of that time in nippy 40 degree temps) to have our opportunity to vote.
One way or another, we should know the results by the time the sun rises tomorrow because the way it's all shaking out, we may not know the winner before we turn in for the night.
I am delighted that I'll be able to answer the telephone again. I've stopped doing it because 80% of recent calls were politically related. That's the price we pay for living in a swing state.
I hope all of you voted. It is our right and our privilege even when it's inconvenient, even when it's cold out, even when we feel that our vote won't make a difference. Every vote matters, and we are fortunate to live in a country where we still have the freedom to choose our leaders.
It may not always be that way.