I didn’t vote for Jimmy Carter in 1976. In fact, I didn’t vote at all that year.
I’m not proud of that, but there it is. It happened mostly because I was away from home on election day, and because I wasn’t scared.
That autumn I was trying to write a novel about Quakers on Nantucket island off Massachusetts, who were caught in the riptides of the American Revolution.
The novel was a good idea. Still is, if I had an extra ten years or so to put into it.