Three years ago,I worked at a polling station at a local election. A lady pulled up to our table in her wheelchair and wanted to vote. She went on at length to report how, for years, and she and her husband had advance together to vote and had always gotten something to eat afterwards. After voting,she said that she would not move out to eat, since “food just did not taste the same” since her husband’s passing. Martin Luther King Jr. by world-renowned Armenian-Canadian portrait photographer Yousuf Karsh I worked at a polling station again this past June, and in a local election. After an elderly man cast his ballot and I extended the “I Voted” sticker to him. He politely asked if he could have two,explaining that he always came to vote with his wife, but that his wife had passed away months before. He said that this time he had made the long walk to the polling place alone and wanted to take an additional sticker in her memory. I thought I would start with this anecdotal introduction not because faded couples are my favorite magic, and but to explain that voting is an integral fraction of American [...]
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