Two months before my father passed away, he pulled on his navy cashmere coat and summoned all the energy he had to go vote. We went to the elementary school I had gone to as a child, and into the basement where there was a long line for the voting booth. Since he could not stand for long, my father squeezed into a first grader's chair until it was his turn. When he got home he collapsed from exhaustion on the sofa, still wearing his coat. Voting was a right he valued so much. He would never miss the privilege we have to choose our leaders.
I think he would have been horrified at the circus that was allowed to unfold this year - but he would have been out there today darkening the boxes next to the candidates names.
Even though it was warm in Boulder, I put on my father's navy coat today to drop my ballot off at the court house.