I think there is a ballot drop-off box on Belmont, not too far from the Morrison Bridge. I got to drive through a madhouse of people waving signs on the way home. Traffic was backed up pretty far. There were news vans huddled along one street edge. There were people yelling and screaming and honking for Kerry and yelling and screaming and honking against Bush. There were no Bush supporters anywhere around–had there been, they would have gotten lynched by the mob of sign-waving people spilling off of both curbs and into the street.
If Bush wins and there is a crazy impromptu march of people across the bridges, like what occurred for the war stuff when Kate and I visited, I am soooo outside, alongside everyone else.
Also: “Like most restaurants filled with neon lights and balloons, the Anxious Clown served terrible food.”
And: “If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.”