
For fourteen hours straight I did everything: was appointed judge, set up the machines and booths, entered ballots, guided people to the correct precincts (we had three), walked campaigners 100 feet away, troubleshot, subbed when people took breaks, broke everything down in record speed, checked the precinct judge on two occasions. My coworkers thought I was amazing. What I got paid, praise, it didn't matter as long as something like this happened in my lifetime, and more importantly for the world we leave our kids. This was the first time since Carter's failed election run I ever put a bumper sticker on my car. The first time ever contributed to a campaign (other than working for many) and the first time I've networked with people across the city on a personal basis.
Two major highlights were seeing a young college kid in a Christopher Walken t-shirt drag his girlfriend straight from bed to the polls, some one said hey I love your shirt, I said "More cowbell!" and everyone burst out laughing-then at 5pm he was there
again having succeeded in hauling his burnt out brother out of bed to vote. And the second was seeing my state rep, a beautiful, boisterous black woman, get out of her car, on her lunch break, looking to the heavens in glee, singing at the top of her voice, "It's his-tory in the making!".