We’re on the cusp of a momentous election. On Tuesday night, it will all be over but the shouting. And the the counting. And, no doubt, the recounting.
We voted of course. Just as we always have. But, by absentee ballot this year. So, I hope we voted. Hard to know for sure. It’s the first time we’ve not stood in some sort of line, long or short. Standing in that line, making sure you marked your ballot correctly and getting your “I voted” sticker was always part of the ritual. You could pat yourself on the back. Feel good about your role as a citizen. Go home and await the results.
You knew, you always knew, that no matter the outcome, you’d be in good hands. Those three branches of government would forever keep us true and firm. Like a tri-pod, a three-legged stool, we would be balanced. And strong. Safe.
But right now, the ground doesn’t feel as solid as it should. It feels tilted. Off-center. This is, indeed, a year like no other. And it is, most definitely, an election like no other.