It's weird how some really little things can bring back huge memories.

I went to vote this morning. One of the election officials actually seemed to think that I was my Dad, since I neglected to add the "Junior" at the end of my name when I filled out the little application for a ballot.

I guess he's still on the voter rolls, even though he passed away last July.

When I walked out of the polling site, it was all I could do to keep from crying.

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