Something fun. Something that might build community, the way it had in her friend’s Indiana town.
Something that connected people in a time when it was hard to be connected.
And it’s something that’s stuck around long past Biden vs. Trump.
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The inaugural election on Sheridan Boulevard went on without dispute. And Rice’s Facebook friends cast their votes, too, like a mail-in ballot without a stamp.
Hot chocolate won, 2 to 1. Next came Batman vs. Superman with a write-in for Wonder Woman. (Batman by a dozen.)
The next week, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups ran away from M&M’s. Mashed potatoes beat out green bean casserole at Thanksgiving.
Winter came and with it snowmen vs. snow angels and “Elf” vs. “Polar Express” and pancakes vs. waffles. (Snowmen, “Elf” and pancakes.)
The neighbors started calling it the Voting Bench.
And they voted, rock by rock. (And when the rocks ran dry, they cast ballots via acorns, mulch, twig, seashell.)
The mailman was known to cast a vote. The FedEx driver. The UPS guy.
All those early-morning and late-evening walkers. Little kids like Linus, Oscar and Margot Swanson from next door.
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