The coldest morning temperature this season, just above 32. There was frost on the shed roof when I looked out the office window at the sunrise over the valley.
I left for the municipal building around 9:30. The parking lot was full and a few observers stood on the walkway leading into the voting room. An old guy in front of me asked if he was still on the register, and when asked to sign his name apologized for taking so long. Arthritis in his hands made it hard for him to write anymore.
I was number 248. Short ballot, no county or township referendums, just candidates. It feels good to vote.
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