So there I was, at 6:55am with my Daughter who was glow-in-the-dark excited, plus Mr. W and my Dad the die-hard republican. Our polling place is where our son went to elementary school back in the day – a familiar place with good memories.
The line snaked around the inside of the building, which was helpfully heated to 10 bizillion degrees. I stood in line for 50 minutes sweating and dreaming about lying in a snow bank. Egads!
Naturally, my Dad knew everyone in line – he’s active in neighborhood issues, drives Meals-on-Wheels etc. So he joked about being the lone republican in line (Md is bluer than blue) and how “my wife’s vote always cancels me out.”
He also let everyone know that it was “his beautiful granddaughter’s first time to vote.” No - she did not die of embarrassment because she is used to him. My Parents live right up the street.
In line was a 90 yr old black man and his grandson. We all offered to let him go “frontsies” but he declined. He told us he wanted to savor waiting in line. His grandson found him a folding chair and was taking good care of him.
Afterwards, we dropped off Mr. W and my Daughter at metro. CNN will be a zoo for the next few days so I prolly won’t really get to see/talk to them before Thursday night. Tonight and tomorrow will be long days and late nights. Everyone there has worked really hard for the last 2 years covering this election.
VOTE! THE DECISION IS MADE BY THOSE WHO SHOW UP AT THE POLLS.