“We cannot stop the winter or summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or fall of make them other than they are. They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.” -unknown
Voting is serious, but this presidential election has been sad, crazy, wild, vulgar, funny, stupid, silly, unbelievable, entertaining, shallow, unpredictable and way too long in my humble opinion. There are all sorts of polls from every angle to try to predict the popularity or trust of the candidates by region, gender, income, age, ethnicity, education, etc. I have created my own simple poll, thanks to WordPress.
Participation is open to anyone who visits my blog (following is appreciated but not required) and is not limited to legal United States citizens. International participation is encouraged. Polling is anonymous and comments do not have to reflect your choice unless you wish to do so but please keep them civil. Thank you very much!
POLL NOTE: If you want to view results, click on “View Results” which will show comments that do not show up in the regular “Comments.” I do want want anyone to think I am blocking ANY comments!! I think that comments that show up there are by those who may not be using WordPress.
Last week I was going through some stacks of papers by my desk and found this vintage postcard addressed to my father. It read:
Mr. Andrew Harvill Freer, Texas
Chandler, Arizona Sept. 11, 1935 Hello Boy: We long way from home. Some country here. from Henry Ford Woodrow Wiederkehr
In 1935 the United States was slowly struggling out of the Great Depression under Democratic President Franklin D. Roosevelt. He would win the presidency again in the 1936 election over Republican Alfred M. Landon. Eighty-one years later this lament could mirror some of the dissatisfaction today as we head toward the 2016 presidential election in November.
(An oil boom around the small Texas town of Freer was pulling it out of the Depression as men flocked to the area for the jobs in the oilfields. In 1935 my father was twenty-five years old and was either helping his father on the family ranch or working in the oil fields. More likely he was doing both. He had a wife and child with another on the way. I wonder what his two long-time friends from Freer were doing in Arizona? Today Chandler is a prominent suburb of Phoenix.)