and then

i was driving down 16th street in the early morning hours.  i was marvelling at the white house just down the road, the american flag visible atop its roof.  i was thinking about how wonderful it is to be given the right to vote.  i was sitting at a stoplight, pondering how cold that block-long line of voters must be standing outside that church at 6:53 in the morning.  and then.

i was cut off by a taxi.

though i haven’t voted yet today, i am thankful to be american.  and thankful for the right to vote.  and i will exercise my right, god and taxi cabs willing, this afternoon.

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