The democratic process
This is my polling place. It used to be a schoolhouse, one of 6 within a 10-mile radius of my house when Ken was a child. I guess they took the stovepipe/chimney out, and they added the bathroom, off to the right in the picture. I love voting here, it's really nice. The women who work on election day always respond when I say my name "Oh yes, you're the one who lives in the woods." There's one who recognizes me but the rest of them don't know me. One time I was the ninth voter at 5 p.m. but usually I'm about number 90 or so by then. I always ask how many people have voted so far when I vote, just to keep track of how democratic the process in my neighborhood is.