Slow times at Stony Point Elementary.
I just returned from spending a couple of hours sitting out front of my polling place. (At which I was happy to meet reader and Webb volunteer Greg Kane on his rounds.) It was, in a word, quiet. By the time I cast my ballot at 10am, at the end of my shift, I was voter #20. The first fifteen came prior to my 8am arrival. But I did quite enjoy the reading time — the current New Yorker is the summer fiction issue, with the theme of “life during wartime,” and it made for a fine way to pass the time.
This morning was, in two regards, very much like last year’s Democratic primary in the lieutenant governor’s race. The turnout is the same. And, once again, I found myself in the booth only to realize that I wasn’t sure for whom I should vote. The difference is that last year I surprised myself with my vote. This year I made a resigned, reluctant choice — I believe I sighed audibly when I hit the button.
May the best man win.
14 Comments