On my way out the door this morning, my six-year-old granddaughter asked me if I was going to vote. I told her “Yes” and she rushed me, saying “You have to vote for BarackObama for meeeeeee!”
I thought about that a lot. I’m of the age where voting really doesn’t mean much for my future anymore- there isn’t all that much left of it. But for hers? Hell Yes.
I voted for her future today. I voted for the America I want to believe in, the one I’ve thought I believed in most of my life. It would be nice to live the rest of my life with some of the cynicism washed away.