Blue dots and firetrucks

I took Laura and Will with me to vote today. We had about a half hour wait—nothing compared to what some folks had—but the longest by far I’ve ever had to wait since moving back to South Carolina. Laura wanted to go to see the voting because they’d had a mock election at her school; I figured she may as well get used to being what one of my friend calls a blue dot in a red state. Will wanted to see the fire trucks; our precinct votes in the volunteer fire department. Nothing like climbing on (and under) the fire trucks while waiting in line. We certainly kept the crowd entertained.