Committee Stirs Bitter Memories of Election Lost
“The whole town stinks!” exclaimed Einar Stamstead as a he led 12 electors into the community hall for another cold meeting of the Homeland Security Committee.
“That’s why we’re here, I guess,” added Old Sievert as he pulled up his face mask and headed for his overstuffed chair under the sunny south window. He tucked his sheepskin coat around his legs.
“Let’s get going,” Holger Danske shouted. “I do…