Labor Day is past, the school year has begun, and red-orange sugar maple leaves are drifting to the ground. Here in our Fair City, it is preliminary Election Day, when we have the option to narrow the field of candidates running for at-large seats on our City Council. Fourteen citizens have thrown their hats into the ring for six seats.
I doubt if many people will take advantage of the opportunity to vote. This isn’t a flashy election, with the high stakes of the upcoming Mid-Terms next year. But it’s important. Our city is in the midst of a development boom, with affordable housing options evaporating for renters. Roads need repair and repaving. Our public schools need attention. Climate change is affecting every aspect of our lives. State funding is tight, and federal funding, even tighter now. Several times over the past year, City Council meetings have been disrupted by raucous protests over international headlines. Whom we choose to guide our city through these tumultuous times matters.
So, yesterday, on Labor Day, when I took the day off to start a new sewing project, I first drove down to City Hall and deposited my mail-in ballot to the drop-box outside the back entrance. I would have mailed it, but I missed the deadline and wanted to be sure it was received by close of business today.
It took me a while to complete the ballot. I didn’t know a lot about some of the new candidates, so I read through a series of profiles on our local newspaper’s website. Honestly, it was impressive. I find it very moving, when so much seems so dark these days, that idealistic citizens still want to serve our city. The role of City Councilor is not easy. The issues are complex, people are demanding and often not forgiving of human foibles, and the hours are long, for a nominal salary. Everyone on the Council has a full-time job elsewhere.
Perhaps it would have been just as simple to vote in-person at our local polling place today. But I like the convenience of the mail-in ballot, to be able to vote on my own schedule. There is nothing complex or mysterious or fraudulent, as some claim, about the process. We use paper ballots, whether in person or mail-in. The only difference is how the ballot is collected.
Throughout election season here, yards are dotted with candidate signs. Already I’ve seen candidates standing at major traffic intersections, holding up posters and waving to passing cars. Our mailbox has been stuffed with oversized postcards, touting candidate qualifications. We’ve answered the doorbell several times to people canvassing for their person. It’s a local tradition, this old-fashioned, down-to-earth effort to gain name-recognition in the build-up to November 4.
On my way downtown, traffic was light. Street meters on Labor Day were free. The whole round trip, including parking and walking to the drop-box and back to my car, took no more than 20 minutes. And it gave me a boost—an excellent way to start the day.
Whenever I vote, whether in a local run-off or a national election, I always feel better afterwards. In our democracy, voting is both a right and a privilege that I never want to squander. Every vote counts, especially at the local level. If you have the option to participate in your own community today, please do.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.
