My most exciting presidential election night was the only election night where I worked as a professional reporter.
It was the election of 1980, and I was working for the Toledo Blade. There were a bunch of races that year, topped by the contest between Ronald Reagan and President Jimmy Carter. Polling was primitive by modern standards, and many people were confident that President Carter would win his race against an aging Republican whom many reporters considered a bit of a buffoon. But Reagan won, and won big. It was an exciting night because it was a huge surprise.
I remember sitting in the Blade newsroom, watching a cheap black-and-white TV as the networks reported the national results. The reporters gaped at the results, slack-jawed and stunned. It wasn’t so much Reagan’s victory — nobody cared much for Jimmy Carter — but his coattails that were a stunner. Many liberal lions in the United States Senate went down to a surprising defeat, and Toledo’s long-time Democratic Congressman lost, astonishingly, to an upstart Republican.
Our world was turned on its axis, and suddenly a candidate whom many people had confidently dismissed was the President-elect, coming in to office with a slew of new Senators and Representatives ready to shake things up in Washington. America had decided to change direction, abruptly and amazingly.