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Voting

I hear voting is a little more troublesome in Britain on November 6th (though not impossible). Apparently, there are far less voting locations open on that day in old Blighty. Honestly, if the rest of the world really believes that they should have a vote in the US election, the least they can do is make it easy to vote anywhere in the world.

Henry and his homemade civil war outfit

So I voted early. I did my civic duty to the absolutest fullest by ensuring at least one person in my entourage was in US historically-appropriate attire. After searching through my vast wardrobe of great US costumes, I instead settled on taking Henry along. I was most pleased to see that, in recognition of  casting my votes (or as a get-out-the-vote bribe?), that I was duly rewarded with candy. Now, that did not happen the last time I voted in Tennessee or Britain. Strangely, now that I think about it, absolutely zero people turned out dressed as Union civil war soldiers in Tennessee.

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