Voting is a family thing

I remember when I was young, I would go to the polls at Northrup Elementary school with my parents. My sisters and brother would love to get in the compartment and pull the switch to close the curtain. (I know the people over 60 remember that experience) We would watch as our parents pulled the levers for their candidate. Once they were done, they would turn the switch the opposite direction and the curtain would open and we would come out all smiles. We had just voted. Well our parents had voted. But we felt like we were part of process. We couldn't wait until we could vote.

Well the other da...