Driving up to the polling place this morning, I swelled with pride to see a serpentine of fellow citizens — all masked — around the building and up the hill to a quarter mile length of parked cars. In 30 years of voting in this little town, I’ve never seen as monumental a turnout for election day.
The bigger surprise was my gratification that so many were taking their civic duty seriously — rather than the lackluster participation of elections past which would have me in and out in 10 minutes or less.
Thankfully, I dressed appropriately but would have endured any elements as I knew the others would. After all, we’ve been bombarded with messages of how critical this presidential election is. And we’ve listened.
While the sun cast rays on the pages of George Orwell’s 1984 which preoccupied me while inching closer in line, his eclipsed vision amplified my concerns for America once all votes are cast and election results are finalized.
Still, as I drove away, looking back at the others now standing where I had a few hours ago, I felt a unity — no matter who each of us was voting for — that each of us loves America.
May God Bless America today and forevermore
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