I voted Tuesday. Actually, voting was more like a three day/three step process. I’ll explain.

Friday, October 30: I rode an RTP bus to the Maine Department of Motor Vehicles to obtain a state issued photo identification card; to become an official resident of the great state of Maine, to be a certified Mainer. I entered the DMV and joined the back of the line holding onto my birth certificate, social security card, and proof of residency. 45 minutes later and $5 less, I was outside and waiting for the bus to take me home.

Nighttime approached, temperatures fell, and my bus was about thirty minutes late. No problem.

Monday, November 2: My next step in gaining voter eligibility was to be registered, which I took care of at City Hall. Located about 1/5 of a mile from my apartment, there wasn’t a need for bus service. Good proximity, decent sidewalks, and wonderful weather. What more would I need?  Even the elevator was easily accessible.

Twenty minutes later, I was out the door and headed toward Uncle Andy’s Diner for a cheeseburger and chips. I’m now ready to vote.

Tuesday, November 3: My area precinct is at the American Legion on Broadway, a few blocks east of Cottage. Pretty close, actually. Just up the hill, then a few blocks on the left. Getting up the hill was a bit of a challenge, but I’d climbed it before – and knew I could climb it again. I also knew the same hill would becomr my allie when returning home, when gravity turns kind. 

The polling place wasn’t busy, so I didn’t feel like I was taking too much of the volunteer’s time when I asked for visual assistance. She read each referendum, as I checked either Yes-or-No.

 

I voted Tuesday.