Finding the polling place in our new home town was easy...all I had to do was to follow the increasingly thick path of yard signs until I reached the parking lot in the middle of the Great Yard Sign Forest.
The habit of plastering yard signs all over the roads is still somewhat amusing to me. Are there really people who have no clue who they're going to vote for right until they drive to the polling place, and who make a decision based on the signs along the way?
"Okay, I'll just vote for whoever has the most signs up. That's thirty-three for Paul, thirteen for Romney....guess it's Ron Paul today."
Or maybe it's like one of those commercials where they just repeat the name of the place as often as possible so it'll get burned into your memory?
"Huckabee....Huckabee...Huckabee...must vote for Huckabee."
Anyway, voting was (dare I say it?) fun. Very small-towney, with the polling place set up in the top floor of the local library on Main Street. I made my little mark next to Ron Paul's name, for what it's worth. Unless Dr. Paul decides to go independent if he doesn't get the Republican nomination (and let's get realistic--he won't), that'll be the only time I'll get to vote for my candidate this year. Come November, it'll be nose-holding time once more.