Election
August 25, 2003 06:36 PM
The Election of 2004:
The two soldiers emerged from the booth, carrying my brother as if they were carrying a drunk friend, through a door in the back behind the booths. “Hi guys,” I said, smiling as wide as I could force my lips to curl. “Nice day, huh? Who are you fellows going to vote for?” They were as quiet as mice, though a thousandfold more imposing, standing on either side of me as I slid my card into the slot and regarded the machine. “I’m voting for Bush, myself.”
