Vote

It occurred to me, while watching Obama's acceptance speech Thursday night, how lucky our country would be if he wins the election and becomes our next president And if he's actually able to do all the things he's promising us he'll do.

I believe he will but it occurred to me just how lucky we'll actually be if it does come true. He's spent his adult life working to improve the world and he's willing to spend every waking moment for the next four years of his life to improving mine.

Barack Obama wants to help me live and raise my daughter in a good, strong and kind world and all I have to do is VOTE. It takes about an hour to get to the voting booth, stand in line and punch a button or fill in a circle and drive back home. That's it. That's all I have to do to have someone else do all the work.

My own tale from the basketcase...

Fair Booth Pics

With glowing foreheads,

the black and white film washes away our imperfections.

We look like ancient movie stars.

Or our parents.

My teeth are still a little too big and

his hair is still receding; defectively

accentuating our sincerity. We’re simply

two regular people in love

in the midst of carnie-like bliss.

Faces down in the first picture, still trying to figure out

how the booth-camera works.

The second one we’ve almost mastered it. We’re looking up

but only with astonished “I’ve just seen a UFO”

looks on our faces, or teenagers-at-the-drive-in,

watching “The Day the Earth Stood Still” in 1956.

The tip of the plastic, inflatable alien sits

just below our heads while we attempt to look natural

in the third one, and by the fourth we’ve given up

and the alien has taken over.




[Sadly, I cannot find that last picture where the alien's head is all you can see but you can imagine, surely.]