I always vote on the day of the election.I always have, ever since I voted in the first election I was legally allowed to. I love the feel of the polling place...the little cramped room, the funny booths they have set up on those rickety metal legs that feel as if they're going to fall over at any moment, the crazy shower curtain material I get to pull around myself protecting me from prying eyes...
That and I live in a small town. My polling places for Presidential elections have always been no more than 2 blocks away from my house. It's so easy for me to get up at the crack of dawn...pull on my mittens and hat and walk over. I feel so expectant and giddy in the light of the dawn...so excited and hopeful. There are usually a lot of elderly persons working at the polls...and I feel connected to them in a way. Like, I'm carrying on the torch of voting...They're usually not that busy either in the wee hours of the mornings, so there's no crazy lines to wait in.
Prescott happened to be the last stopping place on Monday for one of the presidential candidates. It is very close to my house (great parking for me, instead of battling the crowds, as they closed the streets down ahead of time to traffic) Hank Williams Jr. was preforming...but the estimated time of arrival of the candidate (McCain) was midnight...far too late for this gal to stay up, no matter who was here or performing...but I heard all the noise in my slumber (according to the news, thousands of people showed up.)It's something about extremely loud sounds of helicopters flying over my house constantly all night that made it a little hard to fully relax...
I am a little put out that at his age, McCain can stay up past 9 when I can't. He must be getting much better vitamins than I...
Rich and I wandered down towards the square where they were busily setting up for the big event to snap a few shots the day of...
The town square looked so beautiful and proud all decorated with the flag, and I felt so excited to be an American. I mean, sure I walk around as an American every day of my life...but it's times like these that make me realize I'm part of something bigger here...a whole country exists out there beyond my small town and my polling place...It's 6 am and I'm off to vote...
Please make time to vote today...
Make your voice heard.
5 comments:
Don't feel bad. He's got good genes. His mama is like two hundred and eight and going like a tank.
"but it's times like these that make me realize I'm part of something bigger here...a whole country exists out there beyond my small town and my polling place" I like that. What a way to think of things.
I'm glad we are able to go and vote and try to make our voice heard.
YAY FOR VOTING!
-Kathy
I voted early! YAY! Sad... I wasleep by 8:30...LOL!
I waited til closer to 10am, no lines whatsoever! I can only remember one time when the line was out the door(must've been Clinton's first time up).
The women(and man) who operate the sign-in thingy are all very old friends of my mom's(churchy friends from 1979) so its like old home week when I go vote, lol. They were disappointed I didn't bring the kids but they've btdt and wouldn't come with me.
We'll have a family election night watch party with snicky-snacks and beer(just for the grown-ups of course).
Molly
Like you, I too prefer the ritual of the voting booth over sitting at my kitchen table marking a mail-in ballot. It is good to see fellow citizens giving their time, whether as election officials or as voters.
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