“You don’t know what precinct you are in?” said with distain and a shaking head as the older woman looked up my name on her roster. I was trying to vote and did not bring my precinct card with me and the grade school housed several precinct-voting areas. This was sometime in the early 1980’s and we had just moved to the area.
For the next decade or so, I learned my precinct number or carried my precinct card in my wallet with my drive’s license. In the 80’s you could travel to Mexico with your voters precinct card as ID!
In 1998, measure 60 was passed in the state of Oregon that all voting is done by mail. No going in person to vote at your precinct. No interaction with various voting machines and my aspiration to be the voting booth monitor was dashed.
I wanted to be the women at the precinct who shakes her head at the voters who are clueless. I wanted to be the woman who helps adjust the curtain for the elderly. I wanted to be the woman who eats cookies with the other voting monitors while harried voters look on.
Every 4 years I have a yearning to move to a state where I can physically cast my ballot. Especially in a presidential election do I feel my dreams snuffed again! So today I filled out my ballot and will bring it to a drop box in the morning. Not mailing it but bringing it to a drop box is as close as I can get to physically casting my vote.
Like political parties divide people, so does vote by mail. Some people love it and some hate it, I would just like the option!