After school each day, Hiram's six year old nephew, Foster, walks from Snapsville Elementary to the Hope Cafe, a distance of three blocks. He always arrives at about 3:30 and is very happy that his uncle and aunt are in the food business. His mid-afternoon snack has become a ritual and Hiram looks forward to sitting down and chatting with the boy. Today, Foster appeared to be more agitated than usual.
"Uncle Hiram, my teacher says that there is no way that you can win the Presidential election. And she told that to the whole class."
"Oh, Fos. There are a lot of people who don't see us winning. It is not a sure thing, but it is certainly possible."
"Miss Gage said that to win you will need many electrical volts and that our small state has only eight electrical volts."
Hiram chuckled. "It's electoral, not electrical; votes, not volts."
"Well, even if it is votes---don't we need more than eight?"
"Foster, eat the rest of your tapioca. The presidential election process is convoluted. That is, its a mixed-up system. Here's the thing. If no candidate gets a majority of the country's electoral votes, the House of Representatives in Washington chooses the President. So, maybe, even if we are in third place, we can win."
"And, Miss Gage, could get a shock from the Surprise Party, even though the votes aren't electrical."
"Finish your Tapioca."
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