"Webel....W-E-B (as in boy)-E-L...I'm not from here."
"Oh...there it is."
That was the conversation I had with our electoral judge this morning at 6:20. I was sweaty from a run, clad in a hat and running tights, hoping not to make too much of a spectacle, looking (and smelling) so nasty.
However, when your electoral judge can't hear, nor are you from our small town, one can't help but make a spectacle when one is YELLING the SPELLING of one's name.
Ironically, I think I am distantly related to the dude, but whatever.
Anyway, Joe rolled in about 7:45, and he was voter number 100. There wasn't a balloon drop, but in Yates City, population (on a good day) 500ish, 100 voters by 7:45 is huge, considering last local election there were 80 voters.
We are in the midst of the election, obviously, and while we are just a polling place where 100 voters in a morning is a big deal, we are all still out, doing our civic duty and trying to make our voices heard.
Whether you're standing in line in the city or yelling out the spelling of your name, enjoy today...enjoy our right to vote, choose (kind of, but that's another post altogether) our leaders, and for heaven's sake get rid of all the Debbie Downer political ads.
Happy election day!
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