The joys of voting

(TriceEdneyWire.com) – I love election season! I love the act of voting. I’ve been loving it since I was 7 and my mom let me pull the lever on her vote for John F. Kennedy in 1960. The voting site was just a block from our house, in a neighbor’s garage, where three voting booths were set up, along with a coffee urn and some cookies set out on a paper plate. The thick Slavic woman checked Mom off without asking for ID – the neighborhood was small, and everyone knew each other. Help yourself to coffee, Marie, the lady said to Mom. Little girl, you may have a cookie and there is some juice over there.There was, indeed, a pretty pitcher of orange juice next to the plate of cookies. Mom poured herself a cup of coffee, took a sip, then told the lady in charge that she had to run to work and get this one (me) to school. On the short walk to the polling place Mom told me about Black people in Mississippi, where she was from, and how we fought for the right to vote.Related Stories She spoke of Medgar Evers and Fannie Lou Hamer...