How I Voted. Or What Happens When Page 12 Goes Missing.

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.


Sandy's picture
Sandy on January 23, 2006 - 15:42 Permalink

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.

Peter Rukavina's picture
Peter Rukavina on January 23, 2006 - 15:44 Permalink

It seems word of my sloth has reached Central Queens.

Sandy's picture
Sandy on January 23, 2006 - 16:28 Permalink

It seems that you and Dale have similar “stay up until all hours and then (try) to sleep in” tendencies.

Charles's picture
Charles on January 23, 2006 - 23:57 Permalink

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….