Good citizen

Today I registered to vote. I don’t know exactly who I will be voting for; most definitely not Bush, but whether I vote for the opponent most likely to win or someone I would prefer to see in office, I don’t know. But now I have the chance to choose.
My state’s instructions for the Federal Post Card Application require you to state the last time you voted…it was 1990, I think. I wanted to vote the local councilwoman out of office–she had made some really bad decisions for the city. Voting was not a hassle at all as the polling place was conveniently located at the middle school across the street from where we lived.
That was way back in the early days of my marriage, when the neighborhood kids would shout “Fake yuppies!” at me and Tod in the evenings when we came home from our entry-level office jobs to our falling-apart $260/month apartment. We weren’t fake yuppies at all; we truly were Young Urban Professionals although on a very modest scale.
Time has passed. I haven’t voted in 14 years and have shrugged off all acronyms and labels. I may not be able to regain my youth, but I can still vote. And I will.