The Next Four Years

With frost still covering half of my windshield, I pulled into the local fire station. I meandered down the sidewalk through a discordant troupe of political yard signs. I found my place in line behind a middle-aged man who looked like he was running for office, not voting­­­­­­—black overcoat, pressed slacks and polished loafers. A […]

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