It did, literally. In my own backyard.
Election Day was a thrill from a civic viewpoint. I arrived at the polling place at 6 o’clock and joined six other workers for a seventeen-hour day. My precinct (I worked my own home turf for the first time ever.) was inundated with same-day registrants. Lots of new voters born between 1988 and 1994. We had a five-minute pause about an hour into voting (8am) and worked to keep up for the next thirteen hours. We always had a line. Once it shrunk to about six voters. But most often, a citizen had a forty to seventy-minute wait. I have some catching up to do at the parish today, but I hope to write a bit more on the election official experience before I forget some details.
I began reading a few of the usual Catholic suspects last night and this morning. I appreciate much of Msgr Charles Pope’s blog material. His political postings, not so much. He has his laments about yesterday, fair enough, but for a self-professed non-political guy, he seems quick to read into my comments there. I think I’ll have a lot more to write about in the coming days about the Church and American politics. I’ve already seen a few tart bombs lobbed at Archbishop Lori and Maryland Catholics for “allowing” same-sex unions to be voter-approved in that state. Watch out: cannibalism might become institutionalized–and you thought we’ve had enough of vampires.
More blogging tonight.
Meanwhile, any good stories from yesterday?