Birds of Prey

Once again I ran into birds of prey at the polls today. That had got to be my biggest pet peeve. When you arrive at the polls I have already made up my mind as to who I wish to vote for. I do not want pamphlets shoved at me I do not want people falling over each other to open the door for me. My ID is not so heavy that I can’t open my own door. I remember the last time I took Mother to the voting place in order to make it to work on time I had to be there when they opened and it was still dark and all the people jumping out at her scared her and she never went to vote again She had an absentee ballot sent to her and she mailed it back in. I wonder how many more people have that happen and they just don’t vote because it’s too much trouble. Mother had a strong desire to vote as her mother and father had instilled in all there children that it was a great privilege to vote. I don’t ever remember a time when Mother did not vote. Of course she and Daddy did not always agree on who to vote for so they went to the polls and canceled out each others vote.