November 26, 2004

Dear Mr. Bush,

Yesterday my uncle wouldn't stop talking about your election, and it was funny because it felt like he was talking about something that happened a hundred years ago. The way that he talked about it--ballot rigging, election fraud, vote counts--sounded like he was talking about an old time miracle cure--salves and ointments and elixirs--that never healed anything. And it made me realize, Mr. Bush, that I'm not interested in talking about the past; history means nothing anymore. I'm only interested in talking about the future.

To tomorrow,

Dan