I received my ballot yesterday and I have to tell you – there’s something that kinda blows about mail-in ballots.
A couple of years ago, our state went to mail-in ballots & an experience I use to look forward to & love, now is like a lot of things – disconnected from the people & community.
Gone are the days rushing home from work & being “cattled” together at some old school (you where convinced was previously condemned) & some “old broad,” bitching at you because you’re in the wrong district line. No more waiting your turn to walk into an unstable aluminum box that kinda sheltered what you would hope to be the best “magic spell casting,” EVER for a better future.
I loved those elderly ladies & gentlemen. They took their job, “very seriously.”
They tolerated no horseplay or nonsense. You were there to VOTE, not attend a cotillion. They kept everyone in line & kept the process flowing. And you respected them & their position.
They were a generation that looked at this process as their duty as an American Citizen & did so with honor.
So to all those, “Old Broads,” that use to scream at me to “sign here,” before I was ushered off to my “spell casting,” booth – “I miss you & I hope you’re having a Mai-tai on a tropical island somewhere, enjoying your day off.”
…and that THIS American Citizen honors & acknowledges what you did for your country.