Well, at 6:32 this morning I arrived at my polling place. The polls opened at 6:30 and there were already about 10 people in front of me. It felt good. Nobody typically talks about where there vote is going or even which ballot they're picking up while they're in line. I could be standing next to a Clintonista or an Obamican...there's no telling. And yet there's this sense of doing what is right by voting, and that we're all doing it together. It's a unity of sorts despite the differing opinions. I couldn't help but notice that it was a fairly multicultural group too. It looked great. There's something about not being in an homogeneous group that makes it feel like America. If I were Peggy Noonan I could write a nice eloquent article on how good it felt. I'm not, so this is about all you're going to get. It will be fun to watch the results tonight.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Exercising my Civic Duty
Well, at 6:32 this morning I arrived at my polling place. The polls opened at 6:30 and there were already about 10 people in front of me. It felt good. Nobody typically talks about where there vote is going or even which ballot they're picking up while they're in line. I could be standing next to a Clintonista or an Obamican...there's no telling. And yet there's this sense of doing what is right by voting, and that we're all doing it together. It's a unity of sorts despite the differing opinions. I couldn't help but notice that it was a fairly multicultural group too. It looked great. There's something about not being in an homogeneous group that makes it feel like America. If I were Peggy Noonan I could write a nice eloquent article on how good it felt. I'm not, so this is about all you're going to get. It will be fun to watch the results tonight.
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Wish I could've been there. I miss being able to go to the polling station and voting.
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