Tuesday, November 7, 2006
election
Even though I don't get to sport an inky finger, I did it. I voted. I pulled those cute little levers, possibly for the last time if one is to believe the reports of their imminent demise. I also got to shake Jeanine Pirro's hand. She and George Pataki were greeting everyone coming down the MetLife escalators. Pataki looked shorter than I remember him, and considerably less cheery. Pirro looked tiny and was very upbeat, her handshake nice and strong. She made eye contact, which was unusual and pleasant. Flash forward. We arrived home on time and I drove to the polling place. It's now at the back of a local elementary school and lit so badly that it fairly begs for a petty criminal to seek some publicity there (cynic that I am). I voted against everyone who will almost certainly win. I felt democratically engaged but also disenfranchised, not because I'm in poverty or rural but because I hate mediocrity and hypocrisy. Nevertheless, I did my part and I'm glad.
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