Remember when you were a kid, and waking upon the morning of big day that finally arrived? It could have been your birthday, Christmas morning, the first day of summer vacation, or a long-anticipated family trip. I can almost guarantee that it was never Election Day.
Today, waking up, I had that feeling. Hope, fear, anticipation and resignation all rolled into one big knot in my stomach, and that was before I even got out of bed. I didn't know what to expect at my polling site - I was kind of eager to find long lines, but hoping they wouldn't be too long. At 6:38, the site was pretty busy, but not crowded. There were eight voting precincts, and each machine had a line of 3-10 people.
What was cool (at least for me) was that the mechanical voting machines were still being used. The election volunteer commented that these machines were listed as the most accurate in New York State. I don't know if she was referring to the model or the specific voting booths. For me, the sound of democracy is encapsulated in the voting booth - the clank of the lever, the swish of the curtains opening and closing, the plink of the switches and the thunk-clank of the vote being recorded when the lever is pulled again.

Walking out of the polling site, I felt ten feet tall and lighter than air. Can the unthinkable happen and John McCain stage the greatest upset in modern political history? Certainly. But at least I know I did the right thing.
Today, I voted. Today, I am proud to be an American Citizen
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