All the hype leading up to this moment...Last year my voting location was in a senior citizen's facility, this year it was in a church. I wouldn't have known that was the place except there was a 8 1/2 x 11 xerox sign posted outside. I walk inside down the hallway to a large room with tables, each for a voting precinct. Seated at each table there are two elderly volunteers, one with a folder of names A-L the other with a folder of names M-Z. I walk up to the 89th precinct table and wait behind one person while the woman at the table is slowly flipping through the pages searching for her name. She's interrupted by a volunteer with a question. They talk about it for a while, then she goes back to flipping through her folder looking for the name. The volunteer finally finds the name and the voter signs the book, then she gives her a card after slowly writing the voter's name and a number on it. I don't think I could have moved ahead six feet any slower.
After I get my card and give it to another volunteer, I walk up to the old fashioned voting machine and close the curtain behind me. It feels like I'm in a dressing room, when the curtain falls off the volunteer rushes to hang it up to give me my privacy. I took a photo to remember my participation in this historic moment.
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