I waited an hour and 15 minutes to vote this morning in Park Slope, Brooklyn. For those of you who have never been to Park Slope, it is serious McCain country. I believe the descendants of the lesbians who invented the bootstrap still live there, weaving hemp American flags every noon to dusk on the corner of 5th Ave. and DeGraw St.
Standing on line behind a young couple and their seriously amped up three-year-old reminded me of my first conscious memories — being dragged along to vote with my father in 1988. On the way home I asked him who he voted for. He said, "Michael Dukakis." I said, "Is he going to win."
He said, "No."
Does anyone else have a voting-before-you-could-vote story that dryly amusing? I'll bet not.
Tags: Barack Obama, Election Day, John McCain, Michael Dukakis