Chamblee54

In my dotage, getting out to vote can be an effort. Finally, after putting it off as long as I could, I made it up the hill to the school. The first stop was the gym. When I got there, I remembered my mask. The lady said the mask was not a problem. However, I was in the wrong location. There was another voting place in the cafetorium.
The entrance by the porte cochere was closed to non-students, so I had to go around the school to get in. A quick trip back to the house would enable me to drop off the jacket, and get a mask. Soon, I was lumbering back up the path.
The last time I voted, the door was kept locked, and I had to be buzzed in. Today, the door was open, and I walked in. The next barrier was a sign that said that only people actively voting were allowed in the cafetorium. I told the poll worker that I was a passive voter, and he looked at me like I was on drugs. After showing him the sign, he told me not to worry about it.
The next step is having the man scan your driver’s license. This used to be a two person process, but it has been streamlined. You also don’t have to fill out a slip of paper with your address, but merely confirm you name and DOB. The man gave me a plastic card with a chip in it.
There were only two things to vote on. There is a city council race, with incumbent HJ “John” Park. I wonder what the HJ stands for. I had seen “John” riding through the neighborhood this past weekend. He campaigns on a bicycle, wearing a mask.
The other election was for some kind of SPLOST. I made the choices, and pushed the button. The laser printer printed a piece of heavy duty paper. It had a qv code, and my two choices.
I took the printed ballot, and the chip card, over to the lady standing by a black machine. I fed the ballot, face down to ensure privacy, into the rollers of the machine. I placed the chip card in the used ballot box, and said no thank you, to the offer of a peach sticker. Democracy lives on in Brookhaven. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.