I always go to vote first thing in the morning, on my way to work. The polls Near Philadelphia open at 7:00 a.m. I arrive about 7:10 and am usually Voter #8. Sometimes #6. Occasionally, in a big election, #12.
I didn't change my pattern today. I was excited to see the parking lot near the polling place filled with cars. This was different. So was the line coming out of the building! I arrived at 7:13 and got in line. People were pleasant, people were happy, people were polite. My turn came at 7:55. I was #89.
It took me about 10 seconds to vote, carefully marking each individual choice. And then it was over. I was surprised at the lump that came into my throat and the tears that came into my eyes.
I was surprised, too, at how quiet it was. I guess I thought there should have been music. Loud, wonderful, triumphant music. "The Grand March from Aida," perhaps. Or the "Rocky" theme. Or even the "Hallelujah Chorus." But it was quiet.
Which, I suppose, is right. There will be time, very late tonight, for the music.
Yes, We Can.
Yes, We Shall.