Florida has early voting and I decided to take advantage of it. The first day was yesterday so after some research I headed down to my polling spot, a library, thinking I'd get it done without the lines.
Boy, was I wrong.
The parking lot? Packed. The place? Jumping. It seems that everyone had the exact same idea I had and in turn what we went there to avoid was already there.
Lots of people.
I went in anyway.
How can something that seems like it would be so mundane be so exciting? I can't explain it but it was. Get out your license, fill out a card with your address and the date and your date of birth.
Don't forget to sign it.
I was tingling as I walked into the voting room.
The first time I voted was for George McGovern for president. We all know how that turned out but I finally was old enough to vote and I was going to vote.
I've voted ever since.
This presidential election has seemed like it has gone on forever and it's still not done. I watched all three debates, read the papers every morning and watched the news every night.
Overload is a good word.
I can't wait until it's over. I can't wait for the commercials to disappear. I can't wait for the candidates to go away. I can't wait for part 2.
I went up to a table and checked in. My person, a woman, punched in a few things on her computer and then gave me my ballot.
And off I went.
Filling out the ballot made me feel so...American.
|Look close, you'll see my I Voted sticker|
As I brought my completed ballot to the front of the room I remembered a guy I used to work with at CBS. They called him Don Zingo, not his real name, and he pooh poohed voting. I remember one guy saying that if you don't vote you can't complain but he used a different word.
Voting is a gift, it is our right.
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