OK. So Dr Laurel can vote tomorrow. I can't. And she's not telling me who she is voting for.
That ain't right, right?
So, a make your voice heard on November the 4th:
"I guess that's the way the whole durned human comedy keeps perpetuatin' it-self, down through the generations, westward the wagons, across the sands a time until-- aw, look at me, I'm ramblin' again. Wel, uh hope you folks enjoyed yourselves."