This is a dilemma for U.S. officials of their own making.

Ich bin zu unerfahren, um Erfahrungen zu sammeln«, fasse ich mein Dilemma zusammen.

How else can I save myself from hormones on their last hoorah?

Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and something never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting between my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weight the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final roll in the hay or an ear of corn. What a wonderful dilemma. Sometimes I substitute an apple for the corn.

I'm inclined to pick up the phone and ask them (state officials) why there is no guidance in handing this, rather than leaving the determination to local election boards. We need to have someone with authority in working with handicapped issues allow us to make a declaration whether or not these locations comply.

We have a tremendous dilemma.