{"id":4415,"date":"2020-10-28T10:12:35","date_gmt":"2020-10-28T10:12:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/9thstreetjournal.org\/?p=4415"},"modified":"2023-03-27T15:52:37","modified_gmt":"2023-03-27T15:52:37","slug":"adventures-of-a-curbside-voter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/9thstreetjournal.org\/2020\/10\/28\/adventures-of-a-curbside-voter\/","title":{"rendered":"My adventures with curbside voting"},"content":{"rendered":"
Elections remind me of ABC\u2019s \u201cThe Bachelor.\u201d Each season is billed as the \u201cmost dramatic ever.\u201d <\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
And sure enough, a fiercely contested election in a global pandemic is, of course, the \u201cmost dramatic ever.\u201d For me, it\u2019s also my first chance to vote for a president. I knew it would be memorable, but it took on more urgency when I was quarantined three weeks before Election Day. <\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
That foiled my voting plans. <\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Until Oct. 31, the last day of early voting, I would not be allowed to enter the polls. If I contracted the coronavirus myself, my quarantine could extend through Nov. 3, Election Day.<\/span><\/p>\n