I live in a secluded part of the city. I don't have a street in front of my house. I have city steps.
Tuesday, being the glorious day that it was, I walked up the steps to my polling place. It's a nice little hike up the steps and through the woods. I cast my vote and walked home.
On the way home I came upon an older black woman resting on the steps. I greeted her and she said hello and asked me if the church was up 'that way.'
I told her yes and I asked her if she was going to vote. She said, "Yes," and I said, "Obama."
I asked her where she was coming from. She was coming from all the way down in Hazelwood. A very good walk up the hill.
God Bless Her.
I've been choked up all day long. When I see the pictures of people celebrating in other countries and the pictures of guys like John Lewis and Reverend Lowry. I get choked up when I see Obama's kids on stage with him and his campaign promise of getting them a puppy.
Such sweet kids. They symbolize something to me. I'm not sure what it is, but it makes me feel good.
Well my polling place is in Oakland, not the one on campus mind you, but very near it on Semple Street. Usually I venture in there and there are two voting machines and no line. I would like to think it is because most of the residents of Oakland are apartment dwellers and therefore filing absentee ballots from their actual home, but I have a feeling that that would be a delusional thought on my account. I know the last general election I voted in, I went in around 1pm in the afternoon and I was voter #41. Not good.
That being said, it was so nice to go into the polling place on Tuesday and see not the traditional 2 machines we are normally offered but 6 of them, and polling workers trying hard to solve problems amongst voters, either getting them to the right polling place (there are a few in Oakland, so it is easy to go to the wrong one, when I moved all of a block a few years ago, my polling place moved as well, from Oakland Square to Semple Street) or fixing the problems of names that should appear in the roll but didn't, due to the large influx of first time voters. Mind you, I still was in and out relatively quickly, the place was adequately staffed and all that jazz, but it was nice that for the first time in years to actually wait a few minutes before casting a ballot.
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I voted, though I did cross party lines and vote for Tom Corbett, the rest were D's.
Hello brothers!
I voted and walked to the polls.
I live in a secluded part of the city. I don't have a street in front of my house. I have city steps.
Tuesday, being the glorious day that it was, I walked up the steps to my polling place. It's a nice little hike up the steps and through the woods. I cast my vote and walked home.
On the way home I came upon an older black woman resting on the steps. I greeted her and she said hello and asked me if the church was up 'that way.'
I told her yes and I asked her if she was going to vote. She said, "Yes," and I said, "Obama."
I asked her where she was coming from. She was coming from all the way down in Hazelwood. A very good walk up the hill.
God Bless Her.
I've been choked up all day long. When I see the pictures of people celebrating in other countries and the pictures of guys like John Lewis and Reverend Lowry. I get choked up when I see Obama's kids on stage with him and his campaign promise of getting them a puppy.
Such sweet kids. They symbolize something to me. I'm not sure what it is, but it makes me feel good.
Well my polling place is in Oakland, not the one on campus mind you, but very near it on Semple Street. Usually I venture in there and there are two voting machines and no line. I would like to think it is because most of the residents of Oakland are apartment dwellers and therefore filing absentee ballots from their actual home, but I have a feeling that that would be a delusional thought on my account. I know the last general election I voted in, I went in around 1pm in the afternoon and I was voter #41. Not good.
That being said, it was so nice to go into the polling place on Tuesday and see not the traditional 2 machines we are normally offered but 6 of them, and polling workers trying hard to solve problems amongst voters, either getting them to the right polling place (there are a few in Oakland, so it is easy to go to the wrong one, when I moved all of a block a few years ago, my polling place moved as well, from Oakland Square to Semple Street) or fixing the problems of names that should appear in the roll but didn't, due to the large influx of first time voters. Mind you, I still was in and out relatively quickly, the place was adequately staffed and all that jazz, but it was nice that for the first time in years to actually wait a few minutes before casting a ballot.
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