My Presidential Voting Explained
I have many things that I would like to write about. I have started up a few books over the years that I would still like to finish, or read (an author should be interested by their own stuff, right?), but: we can't have everything, right? Right? Richtich, say the Deuchen.
Anyway, tonight is the 5th game of the World Series; I will probably watch it. Freddy Freeman and the Dodgers lead 3-1. Yankees are trying to defend the home turf. Go back to the City of Angels for a potential game 6. Who knows, right? I was thinking of explaining my favorite World Series winners. That can all wait. History and politics impend. Impend? Sure.
When I was newly turned 18 in 1988, I was able to vote a couple weeks later. It was George Herbert Walker Bush versus Michael Dukakis. I voted Republican, and my guy won. The parents of my friends at the local elementary school where we all attended, Elm Heights, built in 1926, were kind of shocked to see me standing and talking among them. I think that I sort of non-plussed them, really. I am not sure if they knew I was voting Bush, like most Hoosiers of my state but not my liberal town. I bet most of them voted Democrat. Bush got it that night, but he lost four years later when Ross Perot mostly skewed the election, and a lesser known, young Bill Clinton from Arkansas won. I Voted for George again, even though I had not registered Republican. Yet.
Slick Willie made me mad in 1996 when being re-elected, so I registered Republican and I voted for the loser, the long-suffering Bob Dole. This was not meant to be. Eight years of the Slickster, which led to Monica and Osama and all that jazz.
Enough for now.
Next, the 21st century!
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