Zeke and I got up at the crack of dawn and started the two and a half mile walk into town. Zeke sniffed the latest news from the ditch and I waved at neighbors driving by.
We wound up at the church (community room fitted up for our ward's election) about fifteen minutes early, six people in line ahead of us. I tied Zeke to a nearby poll, er, pole and we waited.
Wayne, the UPS guy who delivers to our office showed up a couple minutes later and made faces at Zeke, causing him to break out in song. I had to go over and tell him to shutup and lay back down. A lady in line came over to give him a biscuit. Some people always have biscuits.
The doors were opened at 8 by a volunteer and a local cop (K9 division sans dog). We filed into the sub-chamber to be looked up by name and checked off the list, given a ballot, vote using a marker on paper, re-looked up and marked off another list, and finally the ballot slid into a paper shredder. Well, it looked like a paper shredder but was probably an electronic ballot reader.
Zeke was happy to see me and to have the leash removed. Kerry & Bush sign wavers both said he was a good dog, and we walked the last mile to the office.
Jeff, who lives and voted in Vermont, brought the Cupcakes of Democracy to work this morning. They were having a bake sale outside his voting house. (the ugly photo is my doing)
Voter experiences across the country over at Kottke. Voting Story at FTrain.
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Cool story Jerry. I saw it at Kottke, so I came over here to see what else was up.
Thanks, Chris. Nice to see you again.
Story was interesting but how'd those cupcakes taste?
Well, frankly, democracy cupcakes are a rather bland lot. They seem hesitant to step outside themselves, express their inner cupcakeness, depart from the status quo.
Taste is more than sprinkle deep...