A friend of mine went out to vote Tuesday, and since the polling place was in his suburban neighborhood, he thought he would walk his dog on the way. When he got there, he tied his dog up outside and went in. The dog started barking. And barking. And barking. When he was finished voting, an election judge stopped him. "Your dog sounds pretty upset out there," he observed. "I know," my friend replied. "We used to live in Chicago, and he's mad because he got to vote the last time."
(From the "Rest" of RHF)