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Getting out the vote

Left here at 7:15am to go vote, just got back after an hour and a quarter in line. I've been voting at this same place since 1982, never ever saw this before. Eight Election Districts vote in my polling place, so there were eight separate long lines waiting just to get to the doors. The mood was fabulous. Even the crabby people (They should have more workers. They should have opened earlier. Why does 110 have two machines and the other EDs only have one?) stayed, crabbing, but stayed and voted. Here in NYC we still use the old machines, so you get that satisfying clunk when you're done. People brought coffee, kids, and dogs. When we were little, my folks used to take us to vote. Our mom would wait until our dad got home, and they'd pile the four kids in the car and go on down to the school. It might have been more convenient for them to do it at different times, but they wanted us all to do this together.

And here's some great news. (Click the link when you get there.) As the friend who sent it to me said, it's reassuring, better than polls.

So maybe... maybe... maybe...


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