Counting

Just got back from filling in the little eggs on my ballot and I feel important.
My vote counts just as much as anyone else's!
I mean, I'm up there at my precinct - the 50-year-old Cleveland Volunteer Fire Department - rubbing elbows with a former mayor and a district attorney - as well as mainstream folks I've never met before, taking advantage of a right that millions in countries around the world would give treasures to have.
I mean, I walked without fear the block-and-a-half from The Star to Shelby Precinct No. 2 - no fear of kidnapping (like some children in Uganda), unafraid of attack, no bombs exploding.
I mean, if you're reading this and have yet to make your mark - get up and do it!
Casting your vote in America is a time-honored tradition (with a flawed history to be sure, but far and away better than the alternative.)

Another tradition morphs tonight here in Shelby.
No scaffolding, no humongous blackboard, no George pacing back and forth with the chalk in his hand.
Locals congregating at the above mentioned Cleveland Volunteer Fire Department for blow-by-blow election results will still be able to see them, but the big blackboard is apparently an icon of history.
Elections Director Debra Blanton said, "Election Night results will no longer be written on the blackboard."
Instead, Daryl Sando, staff member of the Cleveland County Electronics Department, will project results directly from the Board of Elections Web site onto the fire department's widescreen TV.
Technology marches on.