ELECTION 2004

(this was written right after the Presidential election in November 2004)

Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that my opinions are many and passionate with little or no sense of proportion. While not shy about voicing my thoughts, I hesitate to abuse my position as editor of The Trumpet to put them in writing (plus, modern politics have taught me that it is never wise to leave a paper trail).

That having been said, Election 2004 was so historic that I simply can't withhold comment.

Election 2004 is the last time my husband and I will travel to the polls alone. My oldest son, who is 16 and until very recently had Batman sheets on his bed, will be old enough to vote in the 2008 election. He has never been able to find the milk in the fridge, has a very loose concept of how money actually gets in the ATM machine and has never voiced an opinion that does not involve football.

My 14-year old daughter, who think the Bill of Rights includes an amendment regarding cell phones for all and considers my 15-passenger van a personal taxi (albeit an embarrassing one), will also be joining us.

By 2008, there will be to more Yennys assisting in the election of leader of the free world.

And my 12-year old will be old enough to drive us all to the polling booth.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.