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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Voting on the block

Yesterday morning, I walked up to the dance studio to vote at about ten of seven.

My neighbor Lois, the matriarch of the block and perennial polling place volunteer, hugged me on the way in.

I closed the curtain, voted for Obama, and headed out.

My neighbor Wendy, ubermom and dutiful school employee, high-fived me on the way out.

What a way to start a day that ended as we hoped it would!
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