The Election Tomorrow
L. and I were recalling yesterday, as we were walking with a friend, how A. was born on the day of the primary election in Massachusetts. It was not only Mardi Gras, but also Super Tuesday. L. was telling the story about how, after her water broke at one in the morning, I had told her that I wanted to make sure I got to the polls to vote that day. She was a little taken aback that I was thinking about voting on the day our daughter came into the world.
But I did end up sneaking out to vote that day. As I remember, I left the hospital that afternoon, after A. was born and when L.'s family was visiting. I drove to the polling place and voted and then I went to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things that we needed. I don't remember now what those things were.
Tomorrow will be almost nine months from that day, and our plan is to meet up after I get home from Springfield and take A. with us to the polls to vote. Four years ago, when John Kerry was running against George W. Bush, I was working for the Valley Advocate and I was professionally involved in the election. This year, I've been listening in, but I haven't gotten involved. I've watched people around me talk about going to New Hampshire and giving money and making phone calls. But I haven't done any of that.
I remember 2004 and the crushing feeling when Kerry lost, the hope draining out of us. Intellectually, I know that Barack Obama has a good chance of winning the election tomorrow, but emotionally, I'm still worried. I'd like to tell A. when she wakes up on Wednesday morning, nine months old, that the world is a little brighter, politically.
But I did end up sneaking out to vote that day. As I remember, I left the hospital that afternoon, after A. was born and when L.'s family was visiting. I drove to the polling place and voted and then I went to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things that we needed. I don't remember now what those things were.
Tomorrow will be almost nine months from that day, and our plan is to meet up after I get home from Springfield and take A. with us to the polls to vote. Four years ago, when John Kerry was running against George W. Bush, I was working for the Valley Advocate and I was professionally involved in the election. This year, I've been listening in, but I haven't gotten involved. I've watched people around me talk about going to New Hampshire and giving money and making phone calls. But I haven't done any of that.
I remember 2004 and the crushing feeling when Kerry lost, the hope draining out of us. Intellectually, I know that Barack Obama has a good chance of winning the election tomorrow, but emotionally, I'm still worried. I'd like to tell A. when she wakes up on Wednesday morning, nine months old, that the world is a little brighter, politically.