Robert Kirby: Vote — for all the good it will do

I voted last week. My ballot came in the mail. My grandson put it on my desk, where I tried to ignore it. After 48 hours, revulsion got the better of me, and I did my civic duty.The deed is done, and I feel none the better for it. No, I’m not telling you for whom I voted. Shouldn’t be that hard to figure out on your own.My voting in presidential elections has been spotty, and acrimonious. I wasn’t old enough to vote in 1968, when Richard Nixon beat Hubert Humphrey. I was alread