Remember, voting's not a Right. It's a Duty. And whomever you favor, you need to choose. Your Humble Scribe learned this lesson before she could walk. Or barely talk. We don't wanna hear you complain for the next 4 years if you didn't even bother to cast your ballot!
The year was 1960. You may have heard of this race. Kennedy vs. Nixon. Or, if you were on the other side of the fence, Nixon vs. Kennedy. At the time, The Scribe's Daddy was a Repub. Mama wasn't sure, but that first durn debate helped change her mind. As near as we can recollect, the convo went something along these lines:
"That Kennedy fellow sure is cute."
"June, what the man looks like doesn't mean he'd make a good leader."
"I'm just saying..."
OK, this was back When the World Was Very Young, and we were, too! Long before many of our Bloggy Buddies were even a glimmer in their own mamas' eyes. Fast forward a few weeks. Election Day evening.
Our older cousin, Doug, asked the first question, which got the ball rolling:
"Uncle Frank, you voted for Nixon, right?"
"Of course I did. So did your aunt."
Pause...a long, long, pause...
"Actually, Frank, I wanted to talk to you about that." She was dishing the mashed potatoes, fast and furious. Clump. Clump. Clump.
"About what, Mother?" Daddy always called Mama "Mother." Even though she wasn't...
"I voted today."
Pause...another long, long pause...
"Well, that Kennedy fellow is rather nice-looking, isn't he?"
The rest of the convo is but a smudge on Your Intrepid Scribe's rapidly fading memory. But we do remember it as the first time we'd ever heard our parents yell. At each other, that is.