The late great Bill Monroe was the Father of Bluegrass. He was a regal, revered legend in country music who commanded respect wherever he went. A friend of mine who played in his band, The Bluegrass Boys, told me this story.

One day Bill and the boys were in New York City for a concert at Carnegie Hall. Bill was a southern gentleman from rural Kentucky, so the noise, chaos and intensity that is just daily life for New Yorkers was a major culture shock for Bill.

As the Father of Bluegrass stepped from the serenity of his hotel out on the streets of Manhattan, he was overwhelmed by the sound of jackhammers, horns honking, people yelling and other sounds of the City. It wasn't exactly music to his ears, so he yelled "Quiet!!!" at the top of his lungs, as though he could wave his regal wand and the city would fall silent on his order.

That's the way a lot of people have been feeling about the incredibly long election campaign. Here in Colorado, a swing state, the ear piercing noise level from all the negative ads, TV pundits, robo-calls and talk radio screamers has been truly deafening. Now that it is finally election day, no matter how the ace turns out it will be nice to have some relief from all that shouting.

Of course, if the election doesn't turn out the way I hope, I'll be doing some screaming of my own. But at least I will have one day of peace and quiet.