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March 2017



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Our story so far:

Showered, shove, schlepped down to my polling place to do the dirty deed.

It's a beautiful clear cool November morning, a little high haze, yellow leaves in drifts.

After nearly missing the door (my new voting place is St. John's Episcopalian Church, and a Joe Lieberman supporter was standing in such a way that I could not see the walkway) I wended inside and was confronted with a Big Long Line. Apparently, they were sent one wrong voting machine, which had to be replaced, and then the remaining two jammed. (My precinct in Connecticut still uses the big clunky old lever and curtain machines. KERCHUNK! Which, I might add, work reliably. No wonder the state is slowly replacing them.)

Anyway, they trundled in new machines (to sounds of loud applause) and then I had to go get my address sorted out, as they had me at the wrong street address.

But all ended well.

The woman behind me brought her two toddlers with her to vote, as my mother used to bring me. I told her, and she grinned.

I tossed my Gubernatorial vote to the green party candidate, because I actually favor Jodi Rell, but she's going to win anyway and I didn't want to vote for a Republican this year. And we support third parties.

Now I must finish this novel, which is, among other things, about the fall of a monarchy of sorts.


It is tres easy to rig those old machines to select wrong candidates.

Votes are counted on a long paper tape and, if one sets things up incorrectly, the marks wind up in the wrong place!
Good luck in getting the government you both need and want!
When I lived in North Carolina, they used to have Kids Vote, with miniature voting booths for the kids, with short ballots (governor and president only) that were actually counted. They adored it, although they felt it very unfair that their votes weren't counted toward the election itself. ;-) I believe funding eventually ran out; a pity.
I don't think they still do this in Maryland, but when I was ickle they'd hand out spare ballots that kids could mark up. It made me feel very adult, even though most of the local-election names baffled my elementary-school self.