A Layer of Fog

Election Day at the Town Hall.  We had 11 voters come but only 3 could vote.   After the last census, the County Board and County Clerk in their 'infinite wisdom' had split off parts of our rural town into three wards.  The only ward having a primary today consists of five complete towns to the north of us  and  a small corner of our town.  The paper mentioned the towns that would be part of the primary today.   It did not explain that in our town you had to live in an area bounded by Imalone Road, Bennor Road, County Road H, and State Highway 40: roughly 25 people.   That's how we got more people come in than could vote.   I'm very grateful that the people we turned away understood what was going on and didn't accuse us of something sinister like election tampering.   The poll workers knew it would be a slow day so they brought other things to do.  I brought my computer. Had  Planning Commission tasks to complete before next week's meeting.  I thought it wouldn't take long but didn't finish until late in the afternoon.   The Town Clerk arrived  when we closed the polls.  She's just back from a cruise where she picked up a cold.  The bathroom in her house is being remodeled and she had her regular job to go to today.   I offered to take the ballots and other voting materials in to the county tomorrow for her.  She didn't put up a fuss.   I considered writing a letter to the paper's editor about how splitting up a municipality into small pieces has disenfranchised it's voters.  However, it's five years before there is another census and the wards can be redrawn.  Doubt anyone reading my letter now would stay riled up that long - but I can.