5:23 A.M. We are getting ready to go and vote because I’m going to collapse in a heap o’ panic if we don’t get down to the polling place now. I’ve been hyperventilating for two months now. Eight years ago when we took H.o.p. with us to the polls, damn, looking back it seems like peering in on innocent babes, though we’d been through the hell of the Reagan years. I was smiling. People were cheery.
Look H.o.p.
Look and see.
Look and see mom vote.
Look and see dad vote.
Look and see mom and dad vote.
Look at Bush steal the election.
This time? I’m a nervous wreck.
8:20 A.M. We’re back! Walked several blocks down to the polling place by 6:15 and there was already a nice, healthy line which calmed me considerably. I’ve no idea how long the line was by 7:00 because there was no seeing the end of it from where we were. There was a steady stream of people arriving from the moment we got there.
There were a lot of young people.
Things moved smoothly and uneventfully here in the heart of Atlanta. We were both casting our touch screen vote for Obama and Biden by 7:50-7:55. H.o.p. watched the process to the point where we went to the voting booths, then he quietly waited for us by the exit. One of the poll workers gave him an “I’m a Georgia Voter” sticker, which pleased him greatly, and he brought it home as a souvenir.
H.o.p.’s very aware he was present at an historic election.
We took H.o.p. down with us to vote so he could see the process and partake in the feeling of it all.
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