06 November 2012
Election Day - 1992
It was 1992, and I was living in Lake Bluff, the poor relation of the frothy rich and rabid Republican Lake Forest bordering our south. A Lake Forest bother-in-law loved to remind me that he paid less in taxes on a two acre, five bedroom, tennis courted French Traditional than I paid on a three bedroom - one bath ranch.
Arguing politics with another Lake Forest brother in law, I suggested he look up conservative and liberal in the dictionary and tell me which one he wanted to be. He laughed and told me real life was not the dictionary.
An out of town friend of the ex-wife wondered if there was a city ordinance that all Lake Forest wives be blonde and Republican. I confirmed the ordinance adding it also required they drive a Jeep Cherokee and own a Golden Retriever named Cliché.
Our polling place was in Lake Forest and I wore my patriotic best. I stepped into the booth, closed the curtain and scanned the ballot. Unable to find what I required, I turned, poked my head out the curtain and shouted to the ex standing in line a few feet behind me, "Hey, how do you punch a straight Democratic ticket?" Happy Election Day.