This is my second U.S. Election Day attendance. Of course, as a Canadian I can’t vote, but it was interesting to see the electoral process — around here it’s a curtain-style of booth with levers to choose the candidate. I have to say, I wasn’t expecting anything quite so archaic-looking; last year was the first time I’d ever seen a non-paper, non-electronic form of ballot.
Here are a couple of archival photos David dug up last year to illustrate what the voting booths look like on the inside:
Last year was also the federal election, so it was a much bigger event. We’d just announced our engagement to my parents, and one of the first things they asked David was: “Who are you voting for?” Makes me wonder what they would’ve said if David had answered differently than what he did…
The polls closed a little while ago, so we can finally get the campaigners off the phone and away from our front door. It’s been aggravating — they’re not content with leaving election dreck (campaign SPONGES, if you can believe that) at our doorstep, they’ve been ringing the bell incessantly because they know we’re home. Messages on our answering machine all the time, especially today. The giant signs on cars and front lawns are a real eyesore, too. There’s a heated contest for mayor of our city, as well, and it’s the usual public mudslinging in every form of media. Ah, politics.
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I’m fortunate in that the phone folks must have my old phone number; if I can avoid giving them the new one, I will. I can recycle the junk mail, and they don’t seem to go door-to-door as much around here.
It’s interesting that you were allowed to take photographs within the building. I’m not sure where the law stands in the UK, but it does make me think
Small-town politicking seems much more hands-on, grassroots style, make contact with the people, etc. All I can say is, thank goodness for Caller ID!
Cameraphone, Gerald. David didn’t even turn off his sound, and I could hear the electronic camera shutter cha-chink coming from behind the curtain. I cringed, but nobody paid any attention! I was going to run over and poke David through the curtain, but he kept going and nobody said a word. I guess that’s the upside of small-town politicking (for me), if I can call it that.
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