When I was a child, Election Day was one of my favorite days of the year. My grandfather was a local elected official, so for the kids in our family, Election Day not only meant NO SCHOOL, it meant the excitement of holding signs while shouting out, “Vote for my Pop-pop!” It meant handing out campaign materials at polling stations. It meant getting to stay up late at election night parties, watching with baited breath as folks scurried in with boxes of precinct results, which were then written-up on long, papered walls. (Now that results are released online, election night parties are considerably less exciting.)
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