The most interesting incident Tuesday morning was my walking to a building on Thirty-fourth Street to enter a booth and push levers on a voting machine. I have never understood why anybody passes up that bargain. It doesn’t cost a cent, and for that couple of minutes, you’re the star of the show, with top billing. It’s the only way that really counts for you to say I’m it, I’m the one that decides what’s going to happen and who’s going to make it happen. It’s the only time I really feel important and know I have a right to. Wonderful. Sometimes the feeling lasts all the way home if somebody doesn’t bump me.
Archie Goodwin, “A Family Affair,” Rex Stout, Viking Press, 1975
With apologies to Arlo Guthrie:
And can you imagine fifty people a day? I said FIFTY people a day
walkin’ in, sayin’ “listen to Archie Goodwin” and copyin’ and pastin’ this on their Facebook page?
Friends, They may think it’s a Movement! And that’s what it is, the Get-Out-the-Vote Movement!