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Tuesday, November 05, 2002
It's Election Day. National elections are always huge days for me, and it's hard to precisely define why. For me, today is one part Independence Day, one part Thanksgiving, and one part Super Bowl Sunday. Walt Whitman's "Election Day, November, 1884" sums up my feelings pretty well.
Tonight, my roomie Hutch and I will drink Irish coffees while returns spew out of two TVs and my computer. Tomorrow, I'll get to come into work and start gathering info on the new folks coming to town. I couldn't have started this gig at a better time. It's like a big football fan getting hired as an NFL statistician. Yeah, it's work, but it's a lot of fun, too.
Posted @ 1:54 PM
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