I just got home from voting. I was #458 in my precinct. No, I'm not here to tell you about the people for whom I voted. One thing I like about living outside the city limits is that I can go to the polling location after 6pm and it still didn't take me more than five minutes to make it through the line and get down to the business of filling out my ballot.
Speaking of going through the line, one of the poll volunteers recognized my last name and said she lived next door to someone with that same last name when she was a little girl. Since there are precious few of us, I queried her further after the ballot machine had sucked up my votes. The woman's name was Ann and she had a son or grandson named Gary. "Sounds like my Dad's cousin," I said. The woman lived on Kingston, and back then her last name was Van Kalker. I thought she was talking about my grandma Ann, but after telling Mom all the info it turns out this woman lived next door to my great-grandma Anna.
It's a small world, after all...
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