Catherine and I showed up at the polling station at Holland College right on the stroke of 8:30 a.m. this morning, voter cards in hand, ready to exercise our franchise.
Unfortunately things didn’t go according to plan.
One of the pages in the register of electors — by chance the one containing the Rs and Ss — was missing. As a result, even though I had my card, and I appeared in the duplicate copies of the lists that the party representatives had on hand, I was forced to re-register as if I was a new elector.
I fear that my R and S brethren in poll 60 will suffer the same fate.
So I waited in a new line, waited while the registrar filled in a new form, and then picked up where I left off.
Which just goes to show that you can invest millions in a National Register of Elections, but if one link in the chain falls out, it’s all for nought.
The rest of the process went as planned; indeed I think, for the first time in my life, I voted with feeling.
That’s why you were up so early this morning! I couldn’t figure out how Karen was reading an email from you on Island Morning when I thought that you would normally still be in bed.
It seems word of my sloth has reached Central Queens.
It seems that you and Dale have similar “stay up until all hours and then (try) to sleep in” tendencies.
Hmm, when I went to vote this evening my name had been “crossed off” for some reason, so I had to re-register (which took about 5 minutes. Our election volunteers rock!) I smell a conspiracy….