For whom did you last vote?

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The Eight Sentences

They could hear the dominoes being shuffled again,so Abe spun around on his bar stool to face the gamesmen and asked, “How many of y’all vote?”

His answer was four blank stares. 

After a pause, York spoke up, “You mean in elections?”

Louie said to Abe, “Guess you got your answer, huh? What about you, do you vote?”

“Sometimes, the last time I voted was when Samuel L.Jackson and I voted for the brother, gimmie another beer.”

Louie volunteered, “The last time I voted was for Miss Rheingold.”

The Back Story

     The members of the Presidents Club and their bartender discuss the relative interest of the general population in voting. Some people don't even bother anymore. Do you vote?

Louie the bartender did. He voted for Miss Rheingold in the beer company's annual competition. 

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News

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The Set Up

        The old men in the Louisville Tavern had sent their youngest member out into the dark to investigate the explosion that had left the bar in darkness. As we join the scene, Franklin York has just returned to the bar.

The Eight Sentences

            

York was rattled.

He had difficulty finding a bar stool.

The flashlight in his hands betrayed his claim, “I’m alright.” 

The beam was a desperate searchlight seeking a target in vain.

The men in the bar were rattled by York’s behavior.

They were all anxious to hear what York had to report about the explosion but didn’t press him.

The silence was unbearable and seconds seemed like hours.

York spoke to Louie in the dark, “Gimme a shot of Jack Daniels -- and another beer.”

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