Election Day - 2016
There is one polling location in Grafton. It is the same "hall", adjacent to the Town Offices, where the Town Court sits, the Historical Society meets, and all Town Meetings are held. There is a single folding table in the middle of the room, around which are seated the Election officials. If you live on the north side of Route 2 you go to the left side of the table, the south side to the right. It is a small town, and so you know the folk who look for your name on the town electoral rolls.
I arrived mid-school bus time, a little after 8am. There was no line and I went straight into a booth with my ballot. I think there are eight booths, of that portable variety. One voting machine captures your ballot at the end of the process; you watch the machine gurgle and then announce that your ballot was "successfully cast" and then you head for the door.
On the way out I smiled at some familiar faces and had a brief visit with a friend from my volunteer world at the hospital. A surge of voters meant that there was a short line as I departed. You drive out through the alley between the Rescue Squad and Fire Department garages. The "100 foot" perimeter around the Town Hall seems a little out of place. There are no poll watchers in Grafton. No politicians and no media. Just American town folk doing their bit for the commonweal.
Yesterday, while parked for a meeting, a single maple leaf dropped on my car windshield. The sky was of a blue that begged for attention and counterpoint. I snapped this photo. As soon as I drove away the leaf blew off the windshield and my view was restricted again to the road ahead.
Not sure what this means. It was a moment, however, that begged capturing—as was my vote.