After work today I pitched in and helped locate and disassemble the last of one of my many candidate's election signs. No one likes seeing that shit for more than a day after an election has taken place. As I carried one such sign to a fellow election volunteer's pick-up a truck driver, recognizing his party's colours, honked and gave me a thumbs up. That wee bit of thanks might be what has me working another motherfucking provincial election four years hence. That and the promise of more free whisky.