In case you were hiding in your fall-out shelter, yesterday was Election Day. Our choices were not great for president: an incompetent buffoon that is probably a closet fascist, or a kind and genial man who has more than a few skeletons pop from his closet. But since they are men in their 70s, you have to look at the vice-president, since she will be running the country one day. We hope.
In spring I did the mail in thing. I didn't feel like I voted. I chose to walk down to Broughal middle school where I have walked dozens of times before to vote. There is usually no line and the poll workers are bored. Presidential years their might be a little line, three, five people. Today the line stretched two city blocks, the length of the school. I was going to be there an hour, at minimum. I should have dressed warmer.
At about 20 minutes in an election official came and split the line in two. One line for Ward 1, the other for Ward 2. Ward 1 was shorter ... hurray ... and I got in it. It took about 5 minutes to get inside. Inside it was hotter than Hades. Ward 2 was on the right. Ward 1 on the left. First we signed in with one poll worker who checked that we were registered. Then we went to another table where the big books usually are. The big books are now on a tablet and it flips over to sign. Then I was given what looked like a key punch card from the 70s and I had to insert it into an electronic touch screen. It printed my ballot and when I hit "vote" it sucked it into the machine.
Then it was time to walk home.
Miles/Steps: 2 miles
Weather: low 40s, partly cloudy
PPE found: 3 masks in one block






