Yesterday Kenny and I discussed our strategy. He looked at me with concern and said, "can you get up at 5:30am?" Son, please. I have gotten up earlier than that for a shitty rural craft show! I think I can handle it. To give him credit, he was up at 5:00, making coffee and toasting waffles. As we left it was starting to rain, so we grabbed our umbrellas, decanted the coffee and headed out the door. We drove the mile to the polls and gasped. The line of voters wound around the church, down the sidewalk, across the parking lot, across the neighboring parking lot, up to the street and back down the street. DAMN. We couldn't park in the church lot so we backtracked and found a spot in front of someone's house.
It was dark, it was raining, everyone was in good spirits anyway (except maybe my sister Molly who looked less than thrilled. I don't blame her. It was a long damn line). I've never seen such a turnout at our polling place and I was quite heartened. I mean, hell, I've stood in line in the rain for a composter, so it's not a big deal for me, but I also have an understanding boss, a patient husband and a flexible schedule.
All in all, it took us just under two hours to vote and it was totally worth it. OBAMA '08!