I know just how he feels (An Ode to Election Ladies)

[CornField]

http://www.madison.com/wsj/home/column/index.php?ntid=78798&ntpid=1

Today, for the last time, I'll walk into the Blue Mounds Town Hall, mark my choices, and carefully fold my paper ballot once and then again, and stuff it through the slot of the wooden ballot box.

Then, later tonight, the capable hands of Town Clerk Helen Kahl, or one of the other election ladies, will unfold the paper and smooth out the creases. She'll announce the votes marked on my ballot, and another lady will duly record them.

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And, here's the thing: I trust Verna and the rest of the ladies. Even if they think I'm voting for an idiot, they'll record my vote. I know they take their responsibilities seriously. Machines are of a category that includes computers and cars, and we all know they fail you at the worst possible moment. And voting machines? Why the very phrase conjures images of Chicago and its legion of dead voters. Or Florida and its "hanging chad" machines that are overseen by the likes of that creepy Katherine Harris. When democracy hangs in the balance, I'll trust the town of Blue Mounds election ladies over the over- mascaraed Harris every time.

Just a nice little column in a Wisconsin paper about election changes vs. traditional voting.