So I voted bright and early this morning. The polling place is about 2 miles from my house in a small Presbyterian church. We used to vote at the community center but for whatever reason the church now gets the voting business (and, yes, I’m aware of how weird it is to vote in a church). The ballot didn’t really have any issues to speak of only lots and lots of people running unopposed. We were presented with 2 nominees for the Soil and Water Conservation Board. I’ve never heard of either of the people but one person’s last name was Wells. To misquote the better-half what better person to be in charge of Water than someone named Wells. I also voted for the incumbent Supervisor and gave the shaft to the guy who came out to chat me up about his vote. In a stunning campaign move the challenger created some of the worst posters and put them on Stop signs all around. I swear there are better posters for Class President in Elementary schools.
Anyway, as I was driving to the gas station (7-11 on Pole Green Road has gas for $1.35!!!) I felt the power of the people surge through me. I always feel like I’m part of something greater right after I vote. By the time I was finished pumping gas I was done with that feeling and threw away all the propaganda I was handed on my way into the polling place.
Now I’m reminded that next year’s election has me dazed and confused. I voted for Dubya the first time around but I’m not going to do it again. I suppose I should start checking out the Dems and see what any of them have to offer. I could go downstairs and visit with the Kerry people on the first floor–maybe not.