Yesterday was NM's primary election, so after dinner, I rolled down the road to perform my civic duty and vote. Voting in this neck of the woods is very casual compared to my long ago experiences with voting in California. Our polling place is an ancient one room school house at the end of my road, staffed by neighbors I don't know because, well, I just don't. I got down there yesterday and realized I had forgotten my purse, but that's OK, all you have to do is go in and tell them your name and they hand you a ballot. No ID required...although I suppose the worse case is that someone else purporting to me votes and I don't get to. Tres casual, n'est pas?
And just because I thought it was sweet, I took a photo of the village church to share with you. It's just next door to the schoolhouse, built in 1823, it appears. Once in a while, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, you can hear the bells ringing up here at our house. I love when that happens, it makes me feel connected to another point in history.