It's a Beautiful Day - Share your voting stories here
by Dracomicron, Tue Nov 04, 2008 at 08:38:51 AM EST
Everyone has a story, and here's mine.
I got to the polling place right around 8 AM... I was running a little late, but the line to the Ballantine VFW in Uptown, Minneapolis was two blocks long already.
Everyone in line was quiet, contemplative. The sky was clear and blue, the sun warm on our faces as I... or rather we... reflected on where we had been as a nation, and where we were going.
I closed my eyes and let myself go for a minute, basking in the sunlight, wishing for a nap after this huge drain on my emotions, energy, and free time (during the primaries I was spending at least 2 hours a night on my favorite message board just catching up to all the day's political details). When I opened my eyes, the line had moved up ten feet, but nobody behind me had said a word or even gotten agitated about it.
Nobody talked about the election. I discussed why these things were held on Tuesday with the gal behind me (you couldn't really travel or vote on the Sabbath in the old days, you needed a day to get to the polling place by foot or wagon), but that was the extent of it.
I re-registered under my new address (I'd moved down the block to a better apartment); it was no trouble at all with Minnesota's exceptionally liberal registration laws... all you need to register on election day is a valid ID and a utilities bill. The election judge wanted me to open my cell phone bill (which had just arrived) so she could check the due date (it just has to be due within a month of the election). I joked that, if this weren't my bill, I'd be committing mail fraud by opening it. She responded that I'd also be committing registration and election fraud, so that would be the least of our worries. I said, "Just call me ACORN," and we both got a good laugh out of it. Voter fraud here is largely nonexistant.
I got to work a little before 11 AM; my "I voted" sticker fell off while I was riding my bike... probably because it's so warm for a fall day in Minnesota; I was sweating under my jacket. Looks like I won't be getting that free burrito from Chipolte'; ah well. :)
Tonight I'm going to head over to the Crowne Plaza hotel in St. Paul to join the Obama staffers I got to know while volunteering at the DFL victory party. What can I say? When cute college girls invite a schmoe like me to ANY party, you say "yes."
I think it's going to be a beautiful night to match this beautiful day.
Now I want to hear your voting stories.