Not unlike a lot of you, I put in some decent down time last week waiting in line to vote. In my case, over at the Kate Jackson Community Center in South Tampa.
What commenced in the late morning — transitioned well into the lunch hour. What started as an autumn rite — turned into a sultry, summer-like exercise. What began as a solemn right — turned into a community conclave.
While assessing the line that was snaking along Rome Avenue, I noticed my next door neighbors, Gordon and Cathy, as well as a buddy, Tom, right behind them. Near Tom was Steve from down the street. And there was Pete and Nancy, holding partisan signs, and hoping for the best. Apparently I just missed Mike, and wasn’t that Roger and Joan from down on Bayshore?