My Right to Vote

A little follow-up to Mom's post of the same title:

I opened the mailbox yesterday to find a fat package from the Pima County Recorder's Office. Across the top was a cute little banner that said "Official Election Mail", and inside was indeed an official election ballot.

I went immediately inside, sat down at my desk, got a thick black pen, and filled in the most perfectly complete oval the election office has ever seen. Then, sealed, signed, and adorned with about a billion Euros worth of postage (or maybe it was just four), I sent that bad boy right back to the Pima County Recorder.

And damn that felt good. Thank you, thank you, Alice Paul and everyone else who suffered jail and indignities so that I could be counted a citizen, too.