Mr. Fairway and I just got back from casting our ballots. While there were no long lines at our polling place, the room was bustling with voters...more than we've ever seen before. The church where we vote actually plays host to 2 separate voting precincts and both sides of the room had polling booths filled with voters with others waiting their turn. We live near a university and the number of young voters was amazing. There were voters who were asked for photo I.D. so we knew they were first-time voters and we were thrilled to see them.I have to admit that I actually had tears in my eyes when I marked my ballot for my Presidential choice. Those are the same tears I shed when, so many months ago, I watched Barack Obama announce on a very cold wintry day his run for the Presidency. And now I anxiously await the results of today's election. While I am cautiously optimistic, I never take anything for granted and I will be glued to the television tonight awaiting the final outcome. Whatever happens this evening, I am proud to call myself an American on this Election Day.
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As were we all who marked our ballot for him!
Now the real fun begins as the poor young man wrestles with the legacy of Bush. I hope no one expects miracles because I don't think walking on water is his in his repetoire and he's inherited a nation in a huge mess.
I suspect the honeymoon will be short because not only do we the people want solutions now -- we want them right now! And that can't possibly happen.
Sigh. I wish him well.
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