A pinch of chad for good luck
Sunday, November 28th, 2004
My lucky pinch of chad
On Voting Day, Karen and I went early to our local precinct at a nearby elementary school. The polling station was in the library. We waited in line amidst the shelves of American Girl and Hardy Boys books, and eventually presented ourselves to some very nice senior citizen volunteers. They carefully and thoroughly (and slowly) cross-checked our names and address and then gave us our old-style ballots, the kind with pre-perforated little rectangles — chad!