I figured voting would have a big game feel to it. That’s why I didn’t vote early. I wanted to be part of Tuesday’s show. I was willing to wait. I didn’t care how long.
There were only a few cars in the parking lot at Marvin Elementary when my wife, Sharon, and I pulled in late Tuesday morning. Fewer than 10 adults stood outside.
A man volunteered to hand us a slate of the Republican candidates.
A woman recommended that we vote for Laura Minsk for school board.
Steve Higdon, a candidate for District Court Judge, courteous guy, not pushy, handed us a piece of paper with his qualifications.
Sharon and I walked into the gym and prepared to wait in line. One woman was in front of us. That was it. My wife voted and then me. She was in and out if five minutes.
I needed more time. I wanted to make sure I voted for the candidates I intended in races such as Commissioner of Agriculture and Register of Deeds and District Court judges, and I needed to check the names twice.
Plus the three kids next to me kept telling their mom in their outdoor voices that they were hungry and bored and had to go to the bathroom. Mainly they had to go to the bathroom.
This felt like a big game in the sense Davidson football feels like a big game.
Yet, as I filled out my ballot, I couldn’t help but smile. I find this election compelling, and I loved being be part of it.
Sharon was waiting outside. She is not a member of the party I am but admitted, as we walked to the car, that she voted for my candidate for President because she didn’t like her party’s vice presidential candidate.
I told her I’d buy her lunch.
“Would you have offered to buy if I hadn’t voted for your guy?” she asked.
“No,” I told her.
And I wouldn’t have.
But I would have given her a ride home.