As a senior citizen now, I availed myself of the option to become part of my community’s permanent absentee voter list. When the ballot arrived in my mailbox, my sense of civic duty spurred me to promptly vote in the general election.
It was September.
My civic duty done, a wave of doleful memories flooded forth about what we Americans have lost, though not a particular candidate or proposal. What we’ve lost is Election Day itself.
Back in the 1970s, I vaguely recall the flurry of excited activity at my elementary school as huge voting booths and machines were placed into our gym. Soon, parents and neighbors began arriving to vote.
