During the night of the presidential election last year, around 10:30 p.m., after everyone else had gone to sleep, my 15-year-old son and I were in front of the TV watching the poll results come in state-by-state until something started to happen and I almost dropped my drink. Something unexpected started to happen (at least… Read More What It’s Like to Raise the Real Alex P. Keaton and Why I Love Him from the Bottom of my Liberal Heart