There are many things I absolutely love about living in small town Iowa. One of which I'm very excited about this morning.
It's not the ten mile drive to get to the closest Target.
Or the five miles to get to my beloved McDonalds.
Not even the fact that the entire population in town knows every single dirty little secret that everyone else has. I know ... that one is good ... but that's not it.
Every day for the last seven days leading up to the election, it's been all over the news that we'll have record turnout to cast their vote in choosing the next president of our great nation. Record turnout means long lines ... and the reporters have done a very good job in reminding and preparing us that you may have to wait awhile to exercise your right to vote.
Well ... guess what?
Not where I live.
I showed up at my polling place at 6:55 this beautiful, sunny, non-November like morning, and was casting my vote by 7:04. Home by 7:07.
Gotta love small town Iowa.
Have you voted yet? If not ... get on it, will ya?
