I love elections. I went to a couple of debates this season and discovered that candidates promise so many things that audience members are so eager to hear that everyone seems as if they are skipping through a field of poppies just like the foursome did in The Wizard of Oz. And it will, indeed, take a Wizard of Oz to procure the money and other resources necessary to address our pressing problems that loom like the Wiched Witch of the Recession, just waiting to dash our dreams of peace, justice, and solvency against the rocks.
Political honeymoons seem to get shorter and shorter until they often don't occur at all. Darn! What we are left with the day after an election is a few winners who get to smile, shake hands with the public, and are immediately handed a mop to clean up what has been spilled and spoiled in the past.
I am reminded of my favorite poet when I was a kid ~ Robert Frost. He read a poem at Kennedy's Inauguration. My favorite line of his (at least at this moment) is that we have miles to go before we sleep... miles to go before we sleep.