I was going to blog about how this is yet another important and historical year for young and old to get out and let themselves be heard. I was going to blog about how I got up @ O'dark thirty in the morning, made tea and made it to my voting area @ 5:25 am; thinking that I'd be the thirtieth or fortieth person in line...only to be the first person in line. I was going to blog about how I've yet to really master the photo function on my cell phone thus explaining the crap photo you see above. And, I was going to drive home the point of making your voice be heard by blogging about how one young man (w/the help of an alarm clock, weak tea and a sense of purpose) can make a change. No one has an excuse not to vote. That would've been nice. But when I entered the polling place, the nice woman w/the book of names, the very book that she would surely find my name in (thus allowing me to cast vote) asked me a question that I was not expecting @ 6 AM. Which primary are yo