Down Parkside, Bedford, and Winthrop, the line does wind.
Jess & I fixed some tea and headed to the polls right at 6 am, when they opened here in New York. While it seems that everyone I know in other parts of the country already voted long ago — early voting, mail-in ballots — it’s today or nothing here. People were streaming in from all directions to join the quickly growing line that went around the corner, and around the corner again. An hour and a half later, I was in the solid metal booth, strangely reassured by the old-school machine being used in the 63rd precinct. And not reassured that the other booth for the same district was already out-of-service. I stepped in. I cranked the red lever to the right. I voted. I pulled the crank back to the left, and with a resounding THUNK, my vote was cast. I believe. I do believe. If one doesn’t believe, then there is nowhere to go from here. I fear my cynicism runs deep, yet still I hope we are on the brink of some paradigm shift we are long overdue to make. Age of Aquarius anyone?
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