Our cousin Tess -- such a lovely one -- celebrated a birthday on Friday. A highlight for her, for sure, and also for us. It doesn't have anything to do with politics. Like time-addled punks on goofballs we careen, eschewing the "years" part to shout: "Four more days!" Not even that, anymore. Three more days in 12 more minutes.
Happy Saturday to you. TV and radio will be awash in political ads; we've heard more than one story about candidates and causes outbidding each other to buy what little prime eyeball time remains on the network affiliates. Some will spend more than $250 a second to get their message out. And they say drugs are overpriced.
It shouldn't be this way, of course, but our not-so-inner cynic is in bloom. For American politics, it's SNAFU. The only possible repair is a mighty vote. The cynic shouts: Never happen. His Polyanna yin replies: A girl can dream, can't she?