Of course I did.
Took an early lunch and headed out to the polls at 11am.
2 people in line.
In 5 minutes, I had voted.
Stopped to pick up lunch and headed back to work.
Great to see you Steph and Kim and Marco.
The cheesy garlic bread was delicious.
5pm; Time to relax, have a few and let the voices of America be heard.
Here I go again.
A lovely couple, at the bar, on the eve of their trip to Dallas.
To visit the millionaire brother and his family in their fabulous house, for a few days.
Yeah, but he really is “down to earth.”
Now, may I ask: What are you planning to do there, in this millionaire’s home, with your super rich brother for 5 days?
“We are just gonna have a wonderful reunion, with the unassuming fabulously rich brother. You know, hang out and drink beer and just have a blast.”
The female? A hair dresser, with blond hair, cascading down her back. And a nagging realization that her first born is a heroin addict.
The male? A very slim, handsome man, with a great hair cut, who , according to his wife, has a negative view on life.
I am an aging bar fly, with no millionaire relatives, living in an old house and am still working after 40 years.
So, now what?
The female says: “We have seen you before, in here. We always wanted to meet you, talk to you and laugh with you.”
I smile, wish them a fabulous trip and tell them that perhaps we will meet again.
You see, I don’t wish to live in a mansion, and to be rich.
I live to enjoy each day.
And to live, love and laugh, with whomever I meet.
Not for me.
I am looking forward to tomorrow night.
To interact with the locals, the contractors, the working guys and gals : Those who gave it everything they had, all day, and stopped to toast a few to those who share the struggle.
Just remember: whatever I have, is yours.
After all, life is what we can share with one another.