That felt good.
With the flip of a few switches, I voted in the most historic election of my lifetime.
And for a few minutes, I felt important and part of something so much bigger than my regular life. It’s great to vote in Bethlehem; the poll watchers greet you, there’s the man who collars you to explain the proposition, and there’s always a friend to chat with.
At 8 this morning, things were moving quickly at the school district office, and all the people working the polls were noticeably pumped.
“One hundred and fifty people so far,” two of them said.
“Are you going to vote with your dad?” another asked a man with his two little kids...
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