Below The Fold

She was probably somewhere in her late 40s. Actually, she might have been younger than that, but the grief she was feeling aged her face ambiguously. It may not have been grief, per se, but it certainly appeared that way. Her eyes were wide open and moist—dulled around the greenish edges and just bloodshot enough [...]

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(Author’s Note: Once in a while in the newspaper biz, you get an assignment that, for whatever reason, “dies on the vine.” This means that your story won’t see the light of day, no matter how much you beg, cajole or cry. It’s nothing personal. It just happens, and the worst thing you can do [...]

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Dear Alex
(and every other democrat who blames me for voting Libertarian and not liberal),
I understand your grief and sadness. I know you feel abandoned and alone. I know you feel like some great travesty has been committed.
News Flash: it’s your fault.
You picked the wrong horse.
You bet on the wrong pony.
You hitched your wagon to the [...]

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What happens tomorrow?
The votes are still being tabulated. Bush is leading, but only marginally. It could still go either way. Tom Brokaw has run out of puns. Dan Rather’s sweating. Peter Jennings is casting a leering eye north of the border, wondering if he could still get a gig in Montreal in the morning.
At 6:37, [...]

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