The polls are open, the herds are flocking, the propagandists are yakking, the candidates are sweating, the fortune tellers are celebrating (or self-destructing).
And in Meadville, Pennsylvania, the sheriff’s office takes a holiday.
This is singularly unfortunate considering that Shari did not have the holiday in mind, and must contact this office for one missing piece of information before she can finish her present blogging tale.
Devilish interference, or divine arrangement… who can say?
Sit tight. Go eat something. The ending comes tomorrow.