Not so today. Today is the first day that Connecticut votes sate-wide with new paper ballots and optical scanners. Our polling place is new too -- we're no longer voting at the Company 2 fire house (can you get more democratic than voting in a volunteer fire house?) -- District 5 is now at the new elementary school. The polling place was well organized; they used the entire length of the gym to setup a good linear path from check-in table, to ballot pick-up, to the double row of "privacy booths" and on to the scanner and the exit. The ballot was well laid out, the magic marker had ink, and the scanner sucked my ballot right down. Somehow, though, zoooop is not as fulfilling as Ka-lannng. I walked out feeling ... shorted.
I concede that optical scanning is proven and very accurate. I concede that having a paper ballot to audit is even more secure than our beloved FDR-era level-arm machines. I will agree that our Secretary of State did a good job picking the new system -- the most conservative of all "electronic" voting methods, in good keeping with our Yankee heritage. But, something is missing. I'm sure that by the time our son-to-be is old enough to go to the "new" elementary school none of it will seem all that new any more. But for the moment I miss my big red handle and my moment of civic power.
Now that I'm done bitching, I have one other thing to say. My mom -- and everyone like her -- ROCKS. Thank you mom. Thank all of you.