5:55am: I close the door to my car and pull out onto the street. It's chilly and dark. I don't turn on the radio, because it's only a two-minute drive. I always go to the polls in the early morning. To beat the crowds, I would say. But also because I like going alone. Sure, it's fun to take kids into a voting booth and all that jazz. But it's not the same. Ever sit in a pew in an empty church and stare at the stained glass? Or stand on a deserted football field after dark and look up at the posts?
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5:55am: I close the door to my car and pull out onto the street. It's chilly and dark. I don't turn on the radio, because it's only a two-minute drive. I always go to the polls in the early morning. To beat the crowds, I would say. But also because I like going alone. Sure, it's fun to take kids into a voting booth and all that jazz. But it's not the same. Ever sit in a pew in an empty church and stare at the stained glass? Or stand on a deserted football field after dark and look up at the posts?