Where do you vote?
Published by Becky S November 2nd, 2004 in newsy, philadelphia
Having a polling place across the street is ever so convenient because you can monitor the status of the line and take secret weblog pictures from the living room window.
2004 is the first time I’ve voted in person since moving to my current apartment, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. In line:
Me [thinking]: No talking to anyone asking questions or distributing literature outside the polling place. Those nosy people don’t need to know your name. Ok, here comes someone. Be firm.MoveOn volunteer: Hi Becky! What’s your last name? I’ll cross you off the list.
Me [thinking]: Dammit! It’s Earlybird H from the next block over. I love her—she’s one of the friendliest neighbors.
Me [out load]: Uh, last name is S—–. By the way, what is this place where we all vote?
Earlybird H: Oh, this is Craig’s house.
So yeah, we vote in someone’s house. Though he lacks pierogies, Craig is a great host—he thanks you for coming, offers to show you how the voting machine works, and tells you to have a great day when you emerge from the booth. It sure beats the school gymnasium.
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You vote in someone’s house? Well, I suppose that’s better than voting in a church while a funeral is going on. (Which is what happened when I voted during the State primary.)
Where I voted Wilbur Buds were offered. (not those silver wraped garbage producing Hershey Kisses). Dark Semi-sweet or milk chocolate. I had one of each. I did not want to know if I was Red or Blue. (But if Red rules I will be so so Blue)
Someone in westphilly voted in someone’s basement.
excellent post, little girl……….
ookrana
Great viewpoint