Today, after I left the office, I drove by one of the early voting locations. One open parking spot beckoned me. I pulled in and went to stand in line. It probably took an hour to get to “here’s your ballot, ma’am”. It’s long — legal sized paper, two-sided. I sat in a little booth, put on reading glasses, took a deep breath, and proudly, hopefully marked “Obama/Biden”. Then I began to work my way down the list, and to the back. I’d done it. I’d made my statement on America. I’ve never voted with a fuller heart.
On the way out, I fed my ballot into the tallying machine and picked up a sticker that said “I voted”. As soon as I got home, I placed the sticker right above my doorbell.