We’re in the throes of the most rip-tide tormented, sands shifting beneath our feet election anyone’s seen since who knows when; four years ago during the Presidential Election when the pollster came to town he said, The key undecided voter this election is a 45 year old woman with two children who lives in the Raleigh suburbs.

It was a nightmare. I’d spent 30 years trying to figure out the woman I’d married with no luck at all and, suddenly, a pollster was telling me to figure out a 45-year-old woman I’d never laid eyes on.

This election when the pollster came to town he told a different story: The key undecided voter this time, he said, is a Yankee who migrated to Raleigh, who voted for Mitt Romney but loathes Donald Trump.

Another nightmare. Women may be mysteries but Yankees are enigmas to a southerner who grew up near Appomattox.

More shifting sands… it’s got me looking back with nostalgia on the old days when the pollster would come to town and say, All you have to do to win this election is convince a Conservative Democrat to vote for a Conservative Republican.