By the Book

I went to vote in the Michigan primary last night. I have to admit that when your candidate doesn't win it feels a little bit like wasting time, but regardless of that it's important to exercise your rights, blah, blah, blah. Michael was a little trooper even though we had to make several stops before we got to the township hall. My previously tired, hungry and maybe even cranky republican marched right in saying "bvote, bvote." He smiled and charmed my high school track coach who was directing the voters (actually voter--I was the only one there at the time) to the various precincts and while we were chatting I heard someone call "Hi Michael!" and looked over to see my Aunt Phyllis manning precinct A. We headed right over to get our ballot and do some catching up, "how's your mom and dad in the keys? how are Darcy and Tom over in Africa? Michael sure is getting big--growing like a weed. Oh and I'm going to need to see a picture ID please?" I had to ask myself who she thought she was talking to before she had that drivers license in hand. But isn't it nice when people in a position of responsibility take their instructions seriously and even when there's a fairly obvious loop hole they do it anyway--because that's what is expected of them? I was proud of her--it's probably not easy to ask your niece for more identification than the standard--"hello, I believe you know my family tree better than I do..."