As you know, yesterday was Election Day. I love Election Day – not the results, necessarily – but the process. And actually, this year, you were part of the process.
At around 11 yesterday morning, I decided it would be a good time to go and vote. It was a very good time, not very crowded, although I did run into half the neighborhood. I got to the right table and gave them my name. The nice elderly lady manning the books said: ”Are you Emily Elizabeth Moulton?” ”No, I’m Harriet Moulton, actually I’m her mother.” ”She didn’t vote yet.” ”Yes, I know she didn’t vote yet – she lives in Finland.” ”Well I certainly hope she will vote.” ”No, actually she won’t vote because Finland is about 5,000 miles from here.” ”She can certainly get an absentee ballot – and she can even pick one up here.” ”It’s hard for her to pick one up here since she lives in Finland.” ”Isn’t Finland near here?” ”No, it’s not – could I just sign under my name?” ”Are you Harriet?” ”Yes, that’s me.” ”It’s too bad your daughter won’t vote.” ”Yes, it is. But I never miss an election. And here I am. So could I possibly just sign and go and vote?” ”Oh certainly, just sign here under Emily Elizabeth Moulton and here’s your ballot.” ”Actually I’m still Harriet.” ”Ok. Well, anyway, I’m glad at least one of you is voting. It’s so important.”
And then did what I have done for the past several years. I cast my ballot to vote against the people I think are just plain nuts. Let me tell you, there weren’t too many of them on the ballot. But the way I see it, if you don’t exercise your right to vote, you lose your right to complain. And not being able to complain would suck!