Late in the day on Sept. 13, I took my 7-year-old daughter, Emma, with me to vote in the primary. I explained to her that while there were not many races to vote on — actually only one in my district — I rarely miss a vote because I consider it my duty as a citizen and a privilege that too many in this country take for granted.
My daughter has accompanied me when I have voted in most instances since she was 3, and so understood the experience and was excited to go. But I was nonetheless surprised when, as we walked into the school that serves as our polling place, she asked if she could pull the lever inside the booth.
And then it dawned on me: she represents the last generation of New Yorkers who will know what that was like. Not surprisingly, even she felt a little disappointed at the seeming lack of gravitas of filling in a circle and scanning the form.
“That was it?” she asked.
Yep, that was it. Guess we all need to adjust to new systems.