I've Got Sticker Shock From Dayton Voting
When I was a kid, I remember sitting in the front seat of my dad’s Oldsmobile Tornado. The cloth seats worn out from years of use, the classic brown and burgundy color tones throughout the dash, and the crisp smell of pure American throughout the cabin.
Election Day was always fun for me as a kid because my dad would take me to his polling location. I remember being nervous about whether or not I could stand next to him while he voted. I always did because I was a rebel. He would talk about what he was doing and why voting was important. Then at the end, we would leave and he would receive the holy grail for all American Voters: the coveted “Voting Sticker.”
