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By DIANE ROBERTS Published November 13, 2004
TALLAHASSEE - This is killing the dry-cleaning business. And the hotel business. And the restaurant business. As for the bar business, well, the barkeeps are trying to ease the pain, getting blasted off all the extra booze they ordered, figuring on having to keep the world's press, the nation's lawyers and D.C.'s party apparachiks well-lubricated while we here in the vote recount capital of the world weathered yet another constitutional crisis.
But there is no constitutional crisis. It's all over. There are no butterfly ballots. No chads in any stage of gestation. If the touch-screen machines got things wrong or if there were people denied access to the ballot, the papers haven't gotten around to telling about it yet.
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Now we are depressed, big time. How could this happen? How could it be all over so soon? See, it's not the politics - it's the economy, stupid. We were counting on making a little extra cash off the journalists, camera crews, rent-a-mobs, spinmeisters, former high-ups of former administrations, pollsters, professors of political science and legal geniuses who descended on us in 2000. They all brought in more money than the springtime festival, homecoming and the North Florida Fair combined.
In Tallahassee in 2004, pickings is slim. The city printed up a pretty brochure for all the visitors we anticipated, and put little tents for them out in front of the Museum of Florida History, and let them ride the trolley for free and everything. The night before the election, there were some nice people from Netherlands TV and a film crew from Taiwan and a guy from the Boston Globe. Now they're all gone. The cold wind (it gets cold in Tallahassee, unlike the rest of Florida) blows around a deserted downtown. Tumbleweeds roll down Monroe Street.
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LOL Diane, don't put the extra-hold hairspray away yet. The fun is just about to begin.
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