10:30am. Five-minute walk to the polling center. Sunny, but cold. Two waving campaign workers, two opposing signs. Elementary school gym. Old man in a wheelchair pushed by an aide. People who ducked out from jobs nearby. Two election workers at a folding table. My address, my name, my ballot. Black markers to fill in the circles. Short line to sign out. My address, my name, my ballot fed into the slot. A rush of joy.
There were no sign-waving campaign workers at my polling place, and no stickers. I feel a bit cheated. :-)
Posted by: Lorianne | Tuesday, November 06, 2012 at 07:19 PM
(I still love the shoes/laces, btw.)
Posted by: Lorianne | Tuesday, November 06, 2012 at 07:19 PM
Bummer about not getting a sticker - maybe they ran out. Record turnout. And thanks!
Posted by: Leslee | Wednesday, November 07, 2012 at 07:52 AM