Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Shona Tova, Shona Tova, a voting day for all of us, Shona Tova


I get there at 6:45. J, the neighbor, had brought his dog Wallace at 6:20. "It was packed then." We meet, him coming out, me going in.

"It's the electrical college that's going to decide," says the lady in front when the van parks with an Obama poster in its window. "That's what has to be change. Makes me sick." I'm not sure but there are whiffs of booze somewhere.

"Which line are you on?"
"I think that's just the information line."
"This line is for 66."
"Please do not get on that line unless you talk to me."
"I'm 66."
"They change the boundaries every year. Please do not get on that line unless you... have you talked to me?"
"Why didn't you tell us that outside?"
"This is outside. Miss, Miss. The Asian lady..."
"I'm not Asian..."

The old man, barely sighted, cane in hand, resetting the booth as each of us steps into it. "I wish I could tell people who to vote for," after the young suited man sticks his head out of the booth saying "um I have a question?"

It is my turn and I step into the old familiar booth. A new year, a new year, a new year, each click of a tiny lever in this battered old spaceship to democracy. A new year, a new year, a new year... God Bless America I whisper and pull the lever to vote.

1 comment:

Nick said...

God Bless America is right! we needed it! I don't know if its because I'm older now (because this wasn't the 1st presidential race I voted in) but this time it was such a different feeling. I felt like I wasn't in America anymore, but instead a struggle 3rd world nation where our entire existence depended on a vote. When it was Gore vs Bush, its was serious and dissappointing, but I didnt feel like the sky was falling. This time I was considering relocation - Dubai, Canada.... Miracle is an understatement.