Well, la, here I go, down the road to the airport, to vote.

I’ve heard that in some places, political badges, shirts, etc, are forbidden, near the polls.

Not down here, folks. Pollworkers here have their opinions plastered all over their anatomy. And they’re giving out samples. Of the opinions, not the anatomy. Thankfully.

When the lines are long at the airport polls, we get to seek shelter under the small planes. It’s raining, so I anticipate some airplane dodging.

Airplane dodging, and poll candy.

It tastes the same no matter which red, white, and blue animal is stamped on the cellophane. All cheap, and all minty.

I hope that’s not an omen.

I hope nobody’s got my spot under the bright blue plane this year.

I hope I score enough political matchbooks today so I don’t have to buy very many for the woodstove, this year.

Ditto, pencils.

I hope at least ONE candidate is giving out Hershey bars. I might have to vote for someone who gives me classy candy instead of those cheap mints. You’d think they’d learn from year to year.

I hope nobody brings a dog to the polls. I’m really allergic and one year I had to leave before I could vote.

Ah, hope. Springing eternal, and never so high as on Election Day.

And, I hope YOU are voting today, too.

This is my political post for the year. Thank you very much.