Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Democracy Means WE Choose

When I voted in the last election, there was no line. I walked right into that fire station with no trouble, no waiting. This morning I arrived at the voting place at 8:30 a.m. to find a line the length of two city blocks. I waited for an hour and a half with a bunch of other cold, quiet people. As I got nearer to the station, a gust of wind came through, bringing a shower of bright yellow leaves rustling down on my head. I saved the leaf that landed in my hair in the hope that I will find it in the pages of a book someday and think, "This is the leaf from the day we fired that monstrous fanatic who was our president for a short time." If I prayed, I would pray today. Please, please, please.................