I Voted
October 22, 2020
I voted last Thursday. Despite how much I trust our mailman, I was determined to deposit my ballot in an official ballot box. The nearest one was at Cambridge City Hall, 1.2 miles away. It was a crystal-clear-fall day, so I decided to walk.
Actually, I meandered. I think I stopped at every brilliant red maple tree. I definitely stopped at the beautiful dahlias taking their last stand. I read restaurant menus and store closing signs. I smiled at everyone (although I’m not sure if people can tell you if are smiling when you are wearing a mask).
At City Hall, there was no sign directing voters to the box. Luckily, a man who saw me holding two ballot envelopes asked if I was trying to vote and directed me to the back of the building. There were no signs there either, but I spied a box about the size of a fire-hydrant that said “official ballot box” and deposited our votes.
In these uncertain times, I want to be sure that my vote is counted. Please make sure that yours is too.
I felt the same way and never did when I could vote in person. And then I used www.trackmyvoteMA.com to make sure it was accepted and not rejected for some reason. Only then did I feel that my vote counted. It is not a good commentary on the times that I felt so unsure that my vote would count.
Posted by: Ginny | October 23, 2020 at 06:59 AM
Bravo! So many years I’ve been voting and this one seems the most important ever! Also scary. Thank you for your column, always thought provoking.
Posted by: Janet | October 27, 2020 at 01:35 AM