After a wave of ‘nerves,’ I drove to the grocery store and searched for those things wives put on grocery lists to torture husbands – pomegranate juice, septic tank treatment, olive and pimento pieces. I voted weeks ago, but I drove by my polling place just to take a look. There was a full parking lot, but no obvious line. This is Georgia where Saxby Chambliss said "those other folks are voting" – referring to the african-american voter turn out in Atlanta and the Metro area. So I was hoping for a low turnout here in the traditionally Republican mountains of North Georgia. No such luck. Our county has 18,389 registered voters. 7,486 voted early! More than usually even vote I think and there are plenty of people voting today.
On the way home, the Fall leaves were spectacular on a bright, sunny day. And I was crying. It surprised me because it wasn’t connected to anything I was thinking about. It’s not about the outcome of this election anymore. Barring election fraud, I’m hopeful. But even if it doesn’t turn out like I want it to, I did all I could do, and I’m proud of how much others have done. Obama couldn’t have done better. My apolitical daughter was out driving voters at 7:00 AM in Raleigh. My wife has been on the phone for moveon.org for several days. And I found the pomegranate juice.
I’ve had the same type tears.