10/23/2024
My favorite voting story... In 1976, Susan and I were living in Australia. We'd gotten absentee ballots to vote. So, at the school, I asked in the Teacher's Lounge, "Where can we find a Justice of the Peace?" "What's that?" "A Notary Public?" "Sorry?" "Someone who can officially stamp documents?" "Oh, a Registrar! I've no idea! Try the city hall." At the City Hall. "Where can we find a Registrar?" "Hmm, good question. I think we have a list here somewhere. Oh, yes, try Frank Allen at the Chemist Shop on Highwater Street." Off to the Chemist [Pharmacy. Pronounced "KIM-mist".] "Excuse me, we're looking for Frank Allen." "Frank!" Out comes a pharmacist in a Ben Casey white button-over shirt who looks like Captain Kangaroo. "Yes?" "You're a Registrar? We need some documents stamped. US Election ballots." He is SO excited. "Really? Yes, you're having an election. Your president is Ford Something, and the other fellow is a peanut farmer. How exciting! May I see?" He clears a spot on the counter, shoving nostrums aside. He's reading the instructions. "Never seen one of these before. How very patriotic of you... Hmm... I'm to watch you fill out the ballots but not look at who you're voting for... Think we can arrange that. Quite a bit of information here... Let's find a biro and we can get started." Susan and I fill out the ballots, seal the envelopes, hand them over. He reads the instructions AGAIN, signs the envelopes, fills in the box, crunches them with a stamper. "There you go! Thanks so much! Never had the opportunity before!" "Um, how much do we owe you?" "Sorry?" "Usually you pay a fee for the service." "Really? I say! Um, I've no clue what to charge you." "How about..." dig in pockets "ten bucks?" "Splendid! Well, you're off! Glad I could be of assistance!" We took the ballots to the Post Office to make sure they got off quickly. And that's how Jimmy Carter got to be President!