The blessed land of room enough
by chuckofish
Oh, it’s home again and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that’s westward bound to plough the rolling sea
To the blessed land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
~Henry Van Dyke
Don’t forget to vote!
dual personalities 
I voted at 9ish and saw both Dad’s and your signatures! Kirkwood was relatively slow, but there was a bit of a dust-up when the woman behind me declared that her dog was voting. Sadly, for her, the dog was not registered and thus denied. DISENFRANCHISEMENT! 😉
I think I voted after Jeff Howell–so tall and handsome!
I voted at 7ish this morning — the process seemed very flawed and not very private. We filled out little boxes and then a machine read our ballot. I voted a straight ticket.
Your process sounds like the stone age, dude. Why is there no uniformity of process?
I had one of the fill-in-the-bubble ballots too! I was pretty surprised that everything isn’t electronic by now.
Does voting straight ticket help ease the pain that you voted for (presumably, knowing the Chamberlins) someone who believes Indians are ancient Jews and that the Garden of Eden is in Missouri? 😉 I know Dad was none too pleased about that.
I did not vote a straight ticket, Missy. She lives in New York so why not? Don’t judge me.
Please, Ellen, you’re way too smart to judge him for being a Mormon.
Oh I was replying to Aunt Sarah! Maybe I messed up the comment system? Either way, certainly not judging! I was just saying that straight-ticket voting helps ease the pain of the disagreeable qualities from any individual candidate, which are virtually inevitable in elections it seems. I wonder who the last presidential candidate was that seemed to be thoroughly good?