2018-10-27

Intersecting contrails seen from Oconee County

Photo by Ezra Freelove


Happy (Con)trails

Awesome sunrise

Photo by Chip Woods


My early voting experience

I showed up for advance voting downtown yesterday around a quarter till one. There was a line outside the elections office, and it was lightly raining. A woman with an ebullient personality, amplified by day drinking, joined the line behind me, and we chatted about how it was good to see such participation and how the rain tested our resolve. She also remarked how it was the wrong day to wear a dress since it was both rainy and cold. Her male companion who had given her a ride joined her and helped her into a raincoat on top of the coat she was already wearing.

When the line moved forward, she remarked, "Look how everyone is moving forward like a herd of cattle!" Her companion gruffly deadpanned, "It's called a line." He had a sense of humor, too, though: He stepped to the side to smoke a cigarette, and when the line moved forward, he looked at her and said, "I'm still in line ... I'm still in line," as he took corresponding steps forward in parallel.

Once inside, there was a short line to show your ID, another short line to take your paper and get a card for the voting machine, and another short line to get to a machine. There were workers directing people at each step, and it probably took as much attention and response as directing traffic on the road. One poll worker said that there had always been a line each day all day long. It will be interesting to learn the percentage of turnout after election day.