The Vote

A CONVERSATION between two ballot counters in a very small Vermont town: "Republican, Republican, Republican, Democrat, Republican, Republican, Democrat—the bastard must have voted twice!"

This story and others were slowly unraveled while Al Foley sat smoking his pipe, which constantly spewed hot ashes all over his famous suit. When the smell of burning wool finally reached his nostrils he would calmly brush the ash off. It was obvious from his appearance that this was an everyday occurrence.