My challenging experience voting in Chatham County.
November 8th, 2006 | by Scott Jennings |There’s a whole lot I love about living in Chatham County. I’ll list some of them right now:
- Total seclusion and quiet and lack of sprawl
- Embarassingly low property taxes
- The do-gooder Orange County transplants who work hard to keep #1 without changing #2
But voting sure was a pain in my ass. My polling place was some elementary school about ten miles from my house in the middle of nowhere. The fact that every road in the county ends in “Chapel” (this school was at the intersection of two of them) didn’t help a whole lot; neither did the cold or the dark or the rain.
Oh, listen to me whine. I made it out there fine, bubbled in each vote individually for that good feeling, and sent it into the scanner where a bearded middle-aged man shared my civic pride for a moment. Because I love irony, I voted how the Independent told me to.
And, as always, if you’re like me and only have sex with voters, here I am.
