Polls open in most places at six this morning-if you're not in most places, find out in the place you are, what time they do open and get thee to a voting booth. No, the new scanning machines do not contribute to global warming or kill polar bears. Around here the polls close at eight tonight, some places earlier, others later. Don't get cute, it's later than you think, literally.
I have no idea what candidate the local newspaper endorsed where you live-it doesn't make any difference-vote for the person whom you feel can best do the job for which he/she is seeking office. Perhaps those with naturally curly hair make better representatives-I don't really know or care, but if that's what you're using as a criterion, go for it.
Don't forget to look to see if the ballot in your town has 'voter initiatives', usually referenda (the plural of referendum, a fourth declension Latin noun. Mr. Moore would be so pleased I remembered that. Not his first name, mind you; but we all can't have everything and, no, I can't say that in Latin, either). In Norwich we're looking at another five million dollars in bonds for roads, bridges and maybe a fishing dock (yeah, the language makes me nervous, too), but if you're a Fisherman's Friend, Duncan, take a look at the proposal before voting and consider, as I did, that this bond money is intended to augment the one mill for capital improvements that charter revision (a decade ago) mandated. I wonder how come we can't have voter essay questions like "If you could be a tree, what kind of a tree would you be?" as opposed to just 'yes' and 'no.
Speaking of things that cost money, someday, I'd like Mohegan Park (what happened to all the traffic?) to rebuild their zoo, and put some of those homeless polar bears up there, near the soda machine. It's cold coming out of the machines, they won't need ice. Why are you still reading this? Somewhere, there's a poll worker looking left and looking right and NOT seeing you step forward ready to fill out a ballot and vote. And every time that happens, we lose, Harry, or whatever your name is. Go vote, now.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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