Disclaimer: not posted in favor of, or opposition to, any candidate or ballot measure.
One of the formative moments of my maternal grandmother’s childhood was being taken into a voting booth to watch her mother cast her first ballot after the Nineteenth Amendment was ratified.
In addition to inspiring my grandmother to vote in every election, whether for POTUS or to approve/reject that year’s town budget proposal, my grandmother took her own daughter with her to vote. She, in turn, took me and my siblings with her to vote.
And the tradition continues … except this morning. The Girl was asleep when I went to vote this morning. But the poll workers remembered me and asked where she was … and that she is all about the sticker. They gave me a “Future Voter” sticker for her, and she is proudly wearing it as I type this.
If you have not already, please go vote. And if you have a Boy or a Girl in your sphere of influence, bring them with you.
Anyone ever read Ray Bradbury’s short story, “There Will Come Soft Rains”? The whole “cleaning up (something) wherever they find it” thing evokes that story for me.
Although The Woman and I have recognized it as such for 3+ years, on Friday, The Boy and The Fiancée will legally be made Mr. and Mrs. The Boy by a JP.
Yes! Friday morning.