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My fellow Americans:
I won't be with you again tomorrow night (happy 61st, Mom!), but I know that several outcomes are possible. Either your candidates of choice will win tonight, and you will be drinking to excess in celebration, or your candidates of choice will lose, and you will be drinking to excess to deaden the agony. Or perhaps you don't have candidates of choice, in which case you will be drinking to excess because everyone else in the bar is drinking to excess.
We win, Zathras drink. We lose, Zathras drink. Either way, is bad for Zathras's liver.
A flurry of exciting new possibilities floated yesterday gave way this morning to a dark horse candidate: Drop Off Service, last visited a year ago for PN #478 (for which La Bacon's e-mail still ranks in my top ten awesomest EVER). Think full Irish pints and interesting architectural details and you've got the picture.
(Some of us will) see you there!
-Mike and the Triumvirate