As in the 13th Ward in the 15th Precinct, aka Broadmoor. My daughter and I made it down to our polling spot, McMain High School (another reason I’m glad school officials have decided to renovate it ) at around 7 a.m. I’ve never encountered a line before for the ol’ 13th, but there was one today. I’m not sure if the polling commissioners have experienced this many hungry voters either, because there was some confusion, and for a while, the line just stalled out with two empty voting booths teasing the crowd. But it wasn’t too bad; we caught up with some of our neighbors, said “hello” and felt the surging anticipation of being able to truly participate in our democracy. Or maybe, I was just looking forward to my first cup of coffee. Soon, the commissioners started moving people through, and, despite there being 2,000 constitutional amendments to vote on, the line began to dissipate.
Anyhow, all together, it took us about 40 minutes to make it through the line, and, yes, it felt pretty damn good squeezed in the voting booth with my four-year old, deciding on the fate of our country. And I’m sure Cynthia McKinney appreciated it too.