There was no shortage of parking spaces in the lot and there might have been four or five voters in front of us.
Not crazy about the ballots
Palm Beach County (remember Palm Beach County from 2000? I’m still trying to forget 2000) is on its third voting system.
We went from punch cards to touchscreens to paper ballots and scanners.
The ballot is much larger than the voting booth, which makes for some awkward juggling. And it’s two pages long with races on two sides of one sheet. While I was juggling my sample ballot and real ballot, I was concerned that the (provided) black felt pen was going to inadvertently make a mark that would count as a vote for someone like Pat Buchanan again.
Thoughts on Election Day
I used to say that Americans never get a president as good as they hoped, nor as bad as they feared. Of course, for every rule there is an exception and we’ve been living with that exception for the past eight years.
Someone on a radio talk show asked the host, “”What’s going to happen if the wrong person wins on Tuesday?”
The answer is, we’ll keep on keeping on.
I’ve covered thousands of public meetings over the years, but this shot has always stuck out in my mind as a demonstration of what this country is all about: a place where a common working man can stand up and say his piece and have his words count.
Elections are like small-town football
Everyone turns out and cheers for their team. Sometimes there are close calls, where a first down – and maybe the game – depends on inches.
The smaller the town, generally the more rabid the fans. The warden of a stockade in a small Florida county, who served as a rodman (chain holder) told me on a Saturday morning that he had gotten into a dispute with one of the field officials at Friday night’s game. “I had my hand on my Buck knife. If he had pointed his finger at me one more time, he’d have taken it home in his pocket.”
Everybody showed up
Big games would bring out every facet of the community: young, old, parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters. As you can see from this picture, every play would produce the whole gamut of human emotion from anticipation, joy, despair, excitement or, in the case of the baby, bewilderment. Kind of like a political rally, now that I think of it.
Then it’s over
The winners and losers shake hands and walk off the field to look forward to next weekend’s game. Just like politics.
Let’s hope for a landslide
No matter who wins, I’d rather have it decided by voters than niggled to death by lawyers.