horses, guns and elections
Nov. 2nd, 2004 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmThat I can totally legitimately use that subject line is rather amazing, don't you think?
On my walk from the subway to the stables, I noticed cops on the block I necesarily turn down. They are standing in the road, and waiving a guy back onto the sidewalk. I think maybe there's been a domestic dispute and they are trying to calm the guy down or something. As I get closer I realize that this is not the case, and in fact the cops are putting trashcans over little bright metal objects on the ground. Oh. Those are bullets.
Now, I'm fairly unsqueamish about guns for a New Yorker, although I haven't fired one in over ten years. But this was bullets, in the road, near my riding lesson, and that was alarming. It had also clearly just happened as there was just a single cop car there and nothing was roped off. So there I was, traipsing through a crime scene.
Upon reaching the stables I found out that Benny kicked my instructor yesterday and she'd broken her toe, so she was out and no lesson for me. Feh.
So I turned around, found the crime scene roped off, walked out of my way, and came home.
By the way, it took me over an hour to get in to vote this morning. When my roommate went it was over two hours, and now there are lines all the way down the long block. Granted, we have only a single voting machine at our location, but this was still surprising. As was the fact that they checked everyone's ID. Photo ID is not actually a requirement for voting, merely that your mark matches your mar in their records, which is why they have you sign next to the scan of your signature from the form. It's one of those things I find quaint, because it's never really changed, but there I was whipping out my passport to vote.
That's all.
On my walk from the subway to the stables, I noticed cops on the block I necesarily turn down. They are standing in the road, and waiving a guy back onto the sidewalk. I think maybe there's been a domestic dispute and they are trying to calm the guy down or something. As I get closer I realize that this is not the case, and in fact the cops are putting trashcans over little bright metal objects on the ground. Oh. Those are bullets.
Now, I'm fairly unsqueamish about guns for a New Yorker, although I haven't fired one in over ten years. But this was bullets, in the road, near my riding lesson, and that was alarming. It had also clearly just happened as there was just a single cop car there and nothing was roped off. So there I was, traipsing through a crime scene.
Upon reaching the stables I found out that Benny kicked my instructor yesterday and she'd broken her toe, so she was out and no lesson for me. Feh.
So I turned around, found the crime scene roped off, walked out of my way, and came home.
By the way, it took me over an hour to get in to vote this morning. When my roommate went it was over two hours, and now there are lines all the way down the long block. Granted, we have only a single voting machine at our location, but this was still surprising. As was the fact that they checked everyone's ID. Photo ID is not actually a requirement for voting, merely that your mark matches your mar in their records, which is why they have you sign next to the scan of your signature from the form. It's one of those things I find quaint, because it's never really changed, but there I was whipping out my passport to vote.
That's all.
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Date: 2004-11-02 01:38 pm (UTC)The Guest says he was the only person at his polling place around lunchtime. No one checked his ID. "I could have gone in and voted four times," he said.
I am expecting to wait in line for a long time after work.
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Date: 2004-11-02 01:40 pm (UTC)