I'm fortunate that I only had to walk across the street to vote. 7 am I was in the door at the synagogue (my voting place) and 8th in line. Not bad. What disturbed me slightly was the fact that I didn't recognize anyone there, election officials or fellow voters. I had this sort of fantasy, perhaps generated by reading a recent piece about Norman Rockwell, about how Election Day is a moment when neighbors see each other participating in a civic duty, a chance to renew the ties of community and fellowship...but most of the anonymous faces were blanking out to iPods or focused on iPhones. Slightly more disturbing was the fact that all I needed to do to verify my identity was recite my name, address, and birth date; I have to believe this information ain't exactly confidential. Voting fraud seems awfully easy.
Jenn made a delicious apple cake this weekend. We picked up some Staymans and Winesaps, she melted a lot of butter, added some vanilla and other baking stuff (flour, sugar, cinnamon, etc.), popped the concoction in the oven, and 55 minutes later, baked apple goodness. Yet another reason fall tops my Pantheon of Seasons.
(On a more down note: she has yet to figure out the secret to Alu Gobi Masala made in the crock pot.)
