Classic Santa Fe scene at the courthouse, and I enjoyed it.
Voting brings back memories of wet dark Novembers, polling place smelling of elementary school meatloaf and rubber rain boots. My mom would bring us in to the curtained booth with her, to extol the virtues of democracy and Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
My dad was more of an autocrat. When I was in college, he’d send me an absentee ballot already marked–by him! I just had to sign and send it back.
So, last night I dreamed that Hillary Clinton sent Tres Chicas Books a poetry manuscript to consider. It was pretty good! My husband Rich said, “In your dreams, Mir.” Then I remembered more of the dream. I had looked at the poems and realized that if she didn’t win the book would sell less, but it was still worth it. Win or lose, at least she’d have a book of poetry. Rich said, “We all know what is important to you.”