Fairfax, VA, USA. The American Presidential Election is twelve months off, four years after the last one, four years before the next one. At this point in time, as an independent moderate, I have no idea for which candidate I might vote.

But I will vote. I will make a choice, however distasteful, between two or three grievously flawed choices. I always do. I always will.

Fairfax, VA, USA. Every three or four weeks I visit a salon at Harpers Ferry in Jefferson County, West Virginia, to have the fills refreshed on my nails. It’s a nice drive on an otherwise unencumbered weekend. [N1]

Sometimes, when there is an earthquake and then a hurricane perhaps, five weeks may pass between visits. The seasonal floods that Harpers Ferry is prone to might postpone my nails for six.