In 1988, the day after election day, my brother was as upset with the election of George Bush over Michael Dukakis as a seventh grader (or was it eighth?) could plausbly be.

He went around the kitchen in mock-horror, — as Good Morning America was on in the family room going over the election results — clapping his feet together saying “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. Get me back to Kansas.” The metaphor was The Wizard of Oz… see: he woke up in a bizarre dream-world where the populace had just elected a George Bush president, I suppose possibly validating the Reagan regime.

Election Day, I asked my speech therapist (as a model of good citizenship, wearing the “I Voted” sticker) who she voted for. “George Bush”. I can’t say I fully, or even half- understood the ramnifications of either vote, but… I asked “Why?” and she only answered “The better person for the job” before moving on to the task at hand — likely going over that dreaded “r” sound.

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