This was so funny and it totally distracted me from this election crap…thanks i enjoyed that. I am sitting here biting my nails its a very close election.
The days of campaigning with a parade, red, white and blue bunting and a megaphone on the corner are gone.
I’ve worked the polls off and on most of my life. The very first house my husband and I bought, became the neighborhood polling place for the 10 years we owned it. The judge from that polling place always brought her “election cake” made with persimmons. It was her family tradition we enjoyed. What I remember most about those days, was friendly neighbors, most of whom I registered while pulling my first child along in a wagon from house to house.
Since being on the road with Jim, one thing I miss is the great food we brought to the polling place in Murphys. A veritable feast of a potluck is the tradition here. And, I miss meeting and greeting old friends I may only see once a year at…
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