“What a night, what a PARTY!!” I poke at my buddy, “hey there! ROUST yourself, you big goof! We need to get down the TOWER and over to headquarters.” My buddy groans. “We won, right?” “Yes you ya-hoo. We won.” I am gathering upy stuff, feeling the weirdness of fuzzy dry mouth, having slept in my clothes, and the wrong shoes for the moment on. I turn, “what’s up? Why aren’t you getting ready? Why do yok like that?” “Wait- did I vote?” “Oh geez, of course you did. You are a VOTER!” I stared at him. “You did, didn’t you??” “I, I don’t remember!” And then it started, first as a giggle then becoming big guffaws at the very idea, that one of the two star leads on the biggest political campaign in New York’s history might have forgotten to vote. It felt good to laugh in such an uncontrolled way, after months of tight discipline and work. Wiping our eyes and leaning on one another, we got real
quiet. “You won’t say anything about this to the boss will you?” I looked at those puppy dog eyes, that face that looked blurry in the way one does after a big night. “Nope. My lips are sealed “

Georg’ann

My father believed it was within the REALM of possibility that through persistent effort, in daily infinitesimal increments his arm would have the POWER to hold me as I grew from infant to grown woman. I was his TONER device, a means to experiment with the limitations of logic. What would be the point at which he could no longer carry me on his for arm? He only took into account weight and muscle training, giving no thought to other dimensions and proportions.

He also once told me the number of stories tall a person would have to be in order for a tiger to be proportionate to a house cat.

As I ponder the coming election, I feel his ways of engaging the world influencing the ways I engage being a VOTER. There is a distinct preference for delighting myself in ideas rather than practicalities, wishing to live fully in my own head rather than participate in the farce.

Heather