A reader writes:
My wife, two kids (5 and 1) and I showed up at our polling place, a local church at about 8am this morning. No line, no drama. No history-laden conversation with our African American neighbors we ran into on the way out. Instead we joked about how today was trash day and that our boys (hers, 13 and mine, 5) had been enlisted to do the chore for us. That was it. Just two neighbors talking about life.
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