I just got back from the local college where the poling place is set up in a meeting room, no voting machines, paper ballast that you insert into a tabulator.
I've voted in a lot of places over the years mostly public schools and town halls.
One was really memorable, rural NW MN, the township had an old single room school from the turn of the century (1800 to 1900). I believe it was 1976 a blizzard was in full swing so we chained up the truck and busted drifts to get there. The place never had electricity so the potbelly stove was roaring, a Coleman lantern hung from the rafters, there was a big table on saw horses with the voting done on one end and cake, cookies and coffee on the other. Everyone sat around enjoying the evening like it was a regular get together, no body fretted the storm and nobody brought up politics. You filled out your ballot and dropped it in a big iron box with a padlock on it, grabbed a cup of coffee a snack and joined in.
I did miss a year of voting, trapping season started and I had a line up in northern MN. It was a lock the hostage were coming home and the actor would never get enough votes to win. What a shock when I made a trip to the fur buyer, the hostages were still in Iran and the actor was president. It was almost as good to know he won as was the fur check.
I've voted in a lot of places over the years mostly public schools and town halls.
One was really memorable, rural NW MN, the township had an old single room school from the turn of the century (1800 to 1900). I believe it was 1976 a blizzard was in full swing so we chained up the truck and busted drifts to get there. The place never had electricity so the potbelly stove was roaring, a Coleman lantern hung from the rafters, there was a big table on saw horses with the voting done on one end and cake, cookies and coffee on the other. Everyone sat around enjoying the evening like it was a regular get together, no body fretted the storm and nobody brought up politics. You filled out your ballot and dropped it in a big iron box with a padlock on it, grabbed a cup of coffee a snack and joined in.
I did miss a year of voting, trapping season started and I had a line up in northern MN. It was a lock the hostage were coming home and the actor would never get enough votes to win. What a shock when I made a trip to the fur buyer, the hostages were still in Iran and the actor was president. It was almost as good to know he won as was the fur check.