Friday night, 10:15pm. The State House is quiet and dark in the evening, just the opposite of the beehive of activity during daylight hours. I’m up on the third floor the last man standing in the Health Care Committee room. I can hear a representative down the hall talking on his cellphone to his daughter in California. I know there’s a poker game going on somewhere, probably led by Alice Miller or Anne O’Brien, card sharks both, I hear. Legislators will be twiddling their thumbs for another two hours until the clock strikes midnight. At that point we will reconvene to begin voting on proposed changes to Act 46. Actually, we’ve been waiting most of the day to vote. What’s wrong with this pic