A Community of Voters
I voted after work, entered the almost empty gym of Fox Mill Elementary School as the new, earlier darkness was settling over the suburbs.
It brings back memories, this polling place: all the trips I’ve taken there, many with one or several kids in tow, introducing them to the mysteries of the voting machine, giving them a sense of civic responsibility.
Today, as for the last many years, I voted alone. But not really.
When I gave the clerk my name and address, she smiled: “I think everyone on Fort Lee Street has voted today.”
Really? I said, with a grin I didn’t think I could muster. I felt a sense of silent community with my neighbors. Pride of place? Not exactly, but close.
Yes, I voted. And I wasn’t the only one.
(What I saw on the way to the polling place.)
One thought on “A Community of Voters”
Yes, it was an affirmation of the identity you feel for your place. These faceless people on my street who also voted are like me, responsible, sad, tired, but exercising an important right. Our voices are blended and heard.