I left the polling center and came to my corner bar where we all agreed no one would speak of anything. Time has gone on and I've seen what's going on. I bought a round of Macallan for the 4 of us in the house. I haven't told any of them. I don't know what else to do. There remains a small spark in my heart that when I get up in the morning things will be different. Somehow I doubt it.