Votin' Small Town Style
So, today I went and exercised my right to vote, and I sincerely hope you did too.
I stopped at this tiny building on the side of the road, that backs up to a cow pasture. I had my driver's license in hand, but didn't need it as the gentleman checking me in was a bus driver/farmer that I see each day at work. There were less than ten of us squeezed into this building. Two stations with paper ballots for scanning and one computer station. The two folks filling out their paper ballots were helping each other fill in the correct circles. I chose the computer station and was out in no time flat.
When I first moved out to the farmette, I voted at a small country store. You know the kind where elderly farmers sit around the wood stove and chat the afternoon away? It would have all been just fine if I had been able to vote inside the store, but no! They sent me around the building to a.....closet? The ceiling looked as if it was about to fall in on top of me and to make matters more uncomfortable, I was the only woman present at the time. My vote was cast and counted....old men and bad ceilings be darned.
Wherever your location today, I hope you take the time to make an informed decision. If you are on the east coast dealing with lack of power, long lines, and stressful conditions, you have my total admiration.
"A vote is like a rifle: its usefulness depends upon the character of the user."