Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Super Tuesday: why must there be a morning after?

What kind of name is Super Tuesday? It sounds like a day for sitting in front of a flat screen TV watching a sporting event with a six-pack. I suspect it was named by kids who get the day off because their school has been turned into a polling station.

Maybe I should be more reverent about voting. It's said to be a privilege...even if you end up with a leader like George W. Bush. My candidate almost never wins. If I were superstitious, I’d vote for the person I don’t want. I’d never not vote...for all the obvious reasons, but also out of deference for the people who volunteer at the polls. Those are the oldest people you see anywhere. They're so old, they have early bird dinners at noon. They've shrunk enough to be comfortable using the teeny, low toilets in elementary schools. Did they only hold one training session for working at the polls…and it was back when Harry Truman was on the ballot?

In some ways, voting is like dating...especially when there are propositions to consider. Though you know better than to believe the promises, you convince yourself this one will be different. And regardless of how many times you've done it in the little, private room, you’re never totally confident you know what you're doing. "Am I sure I'm making the right choice..Is it okay to pick someone just because of a Jewish name? Which way am I supposed to pull? Could I catch something in here? Will I be sorry in the morning?"

Then -- suddenly -- it’s over, and when you're done in that little room, there’s always another woman eager to take your place.