I’ll be voting at a community center just 2.5 miles from my apartment. I plan to get there before the polls open tomorrow to avoid the long lines if I can.
Incidentally, this is the first time I’m not voting absentee in a presidential election. I’m looking forward to casting my vote in person.
Every previous time I have voted in some type of school, but this year I will be voting at the local Masons Lodge. Just a short walk down the street after I get home from work.
I’ll be voting in my old elementary school, in the gym. I thought I had the whole morning off to vote, but now I have to be at work at nine, so I have to try to get in early with the big crowds.
Yeah, they usually don’t like it when people try to vote twice
Voting in the small, rundown Assembly of God church near my old address. Also my first time voting in person, so I’m looking forward to the experience (though if the lines are as long as they were for the early-voting, It’ll probably be my last time voting in person as well).
I spent twenty minutes this afternoon calling the County Elections Administrator, getting a busy signal, hanging up, trying again. Finally I got a ring instead of a beep, and it rang six times before someone picked up, said “please hold,” and hung up on me. I tried again and eventually got a human being to answer, put me on hold WITHOUT hanging up on me, and get back literally five minutes later. I said “I’m in Precinct 106 and I need to know my polling place,” and she said “It’s at the city Senior Citizen’s center” and hung up.
That didn’t help me at all. I’m new in town and don’t know where any “Senior Citizen’s Center” would be.
A few minutes on Google got me an address and a trip to Rand McNally got me driving directions which may or may not be correct given this town’s propensity for one-way streets…
Church, ten blocks north. Lutheran, I think. The same increasingly decrepit guy has been behind the table for my voting district as long as I’ve been at my current location, which is eight years now; he hasn’t missed a single election (because neither have I). And every time, when I give him my last name, he looks at the register in front of him, open to the page showing the name of the previous voter; he slowly and deliberately figures out where he is alphabetically; and then he laboriously begins to turn the pages the wrong direction. Every time. And when I say every time, I mean, every time. Both frustrating and sweet.
(At my previous residence I voted at the Scottish Rite Temple.)
For all the time my parent’s have lived in the Ward three-1 (I think, it might be 2), it’s been at the elementry school. But that was torn down this summer, so instead it’s at a National records place. I don’t even think it’s in my ward, but whatever. This will likely be the last major election that I’ll vote in in MA. Crosses fingers about being in Cali a year from now.
And I’ll be voting at the high school just a few blocks from my townhouse.
In 2000 I voted in a firehouse. That was the first time I voted in anything but an elementary school, except for my very first election, which was absentee because I was away at college.
I’ll be voting at a Presbyterian church tomorrow. For many years (I’ve lived at this address for 18 years) my polling place was the Annunciation Greek Orthodox church. My last presidential vote was taken at my Congressional Representative’s (Sheila Jackson Lee) district business complex.
I did vote once ('76) in a high school gym in Austin, but I think most of my votes have been at churches.