Election Day

I voted! It felt great! There were several families in the polling station, and each one of them took all of their children into the voting booth and emerged smiling and excited to be part of such an historic day.

I walked down the street after voting and got a strange feeling of deja vu. When Terry and I were young, when we were hippies, there was something like the same feeling. There was an assumption of respect and trust toward fellow citizens, an egalitarianism which has since disappeared. These feelings have lain dormant all these years as another culture took over, one of suspicion, distrust, everyone-for-him/herself, which felt foreign. Now, I feel at home for the first time in decades.

It's been tempting to try to convey to the next generation what it used to be like, but every time I have tried, it has proven impossible to convey, either because I don't have the words, or because the cynicism has been so deep in the listener.

IF, of course, if Obama wins. If he doesn't I will, for the first time in decades, consider joining the marches on Washington which will protest a stolen election. This moment cannot be lost. When the last voting debacle happened, in 2000, I was in such a state of shock I didn't know how to react. People will be ready for it this time.

If I were a praying person I would pray for Obama's safety and protection. I will instead send him ultramodern energy waves of warmth and praise, in hopes that they will reach him. Is that prayer?