Where I vote. That’s a sample ballot taped to the door,
for those who need a last look at their choices.
The flag shows that, today, this school is a polling place.
Tens of thousands – hundreds of thousands? – of everyday places all across the United States, converted for one day to places where people come, one by one, to step behind the curtain of the voting booth and, alone with their opinions and their consciences and the voting machine, officially state who they think is the best, or the least bad, choice to run the public business of their country. (It’s not just the president – this morning, I voted for a President, and a U.S. Senator, and a U.S. Representative (New Jersey state assembly members will be elected next year), and three county freeholders out of our seven, and a county sheriff.) Such a quick, ordinary matter, with so much riding on it.
No, I’m not going to tell you how I voted. This isn’t a political blog. But if you’re reading this on November 6, and you’re a U.S. citizen, and you didn’t vote before election day, get out there and vote! It’s your job.