I got up this morning, had coffee, read the newspaper, and then walked over to the polling place, which is at the high school this year.
I always defer to Marianne at the polls, which is how I wound up as Voter 3. Of course, it was a primary election -- and mostly a Commonwealth primary at that. (In Philadelphia, the primaries are important because the Democratic candidate always wins. So if you want a say in how the city is run, you register as a Democrat. I learned that my first year here, when I registered as an Independent.) Still, it's always sad when the turnout is low.
Me, I always vote. Sometimes it's hard to figure out who to vote for. Sometimes I have to scramble to find someone to vote against. But patriots died to give me this privilege and I take it very seriously indeed. The president of the NRA is going to say, "Take my guns away -- I don't want 'em!" long before they manage to pry the ballot out of my cold, dead fingers.
Afterward, Marianne and I went to Bob's Diner for breakfast. I had an eggamuffin with scrapple, hash browns on the side, coffee, and orange juice. Bob's serves up hash browns and scrapple both with a nice crusty surface. So I headed home in a happy mood and ready to work.