Living On Top Of Democracy
Happy Election Day ‘08!
They do things differently in this country. My British sensibilities were reared in a country where mostly polling stations are in schools (remember the days off?) or other public buildings.
This morning I woke up to discover that the polling station for my neighbourhood is…
… our house.
I kid you not. The garage underneath our living room, which is where the people upstairs park their cars, is a polling station. Happy jolly people ready to hand out “I voted” stickers and check registrations, a portaloo (just in case), and several American flags all appeared in the wee small hours, closely followed by a queue of people from around 6am waiting for the poll to open at 7.
The cat was sitting in the window watching democracy in action with great interest. And the admiring comments he was getting were obviously helping him feel part of the process.