Born to Run

We’re gonna get to that place where we really wanna go / And we’ll walk in the sun / But ’til then tramps like us / Baby, we were born to run.

“Officials have contended with an avalanche of mail ballots as voters seek to avoid exposure to the novel coronavirus. It was a fresh illustration of how the pandemic is transforming the way elections are conducted in the United States.
It is also a stark preview of what’s coming on Nov. 3 — or, more accurately, what may not be coming: an election night result in the race for the White House.” WaPo: Barring a landslide, what’s probably not coming on Nov. 3? A result in the race for the White House. (This would be less troubling if every day didn’t currently feel like a week.)

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