When E.S. and I went to vote this morning, there was a guy with a handheld video camera making, one presumed, some sort of documentary. As E.S. conferred with the poll volunteer about which election district we were in, the guy pointed his camera toward me and said, “What does today mean to you?
And I thought for a moment, and I said, “It means I’m an American.”
The thought that that might soon start to mean something again makes me very, very happy.
However, the polling place, though a public school, made the regrettable mistake of not having a bake sale, which I really thought was mandatory during elections.
I hope this doesn’t mean my vote will be suppressed.
It’s okay, though, since at lunch I had red velvet cake, which was delicious and had the added advantage of not having been touched by a grade-schooler.