Election Day At The Bar With the New York Times

I spent this just passed, most Historic of Elections as any right-minded citizen stranded in a democracy should – at my favorite dive bar, as apolitical a place you can hope for to take refuge from America’s favorite pagan ritual. While it’s a toss up whether or not my bar has been upgraded, maintained, or cleaned since her doors first opened, at no time have I ever seen the television move off a sports channel nor heard any patron discuss anything other than their team’s chance at a championship. I did not want to be bothered by chirpy voiced get-out-the-vote phone calls or handed two-sided pamphlets telling me either how my incumbent has been spending my paycheck or how his opponent plans to spend it. All I wanted was to read my New York Times, drink in peace, and be let alone by the tumult of American democracy. Click here to read the rest.