This is my favorite paragraph from the wonderful novel The Great Gatsby written by F Scott Fitzgerald. In this scene the narrator, Nick Carraway looks across the bay at Long Island, New York, for the last time.

Lest we forget on this election day…the great promise of America.

And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes-a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

Be sure to Vote today…its our responsibility.