You wouldn't know it walking the streets this morning, but today is the day that Chicagoans decide whether Mayor Richard M. Daley should get a sixth term as mayor (he will be) and whether the city councilmen you've likely seen savaged on TV for the last couple of months deserve to be re-elected (them too).
At about 9 a.m., I was the only person at my polling station. Perhaps this was due to the fact that I voted at a nursing home that reeked of urine. I've voted or been taken by my parents to vote at several different locations, including schools, churches and apartment buildings. Sometimes, the Board of Elections gives you candy. Usually, they give you stickers. At the nursing home, you get a piece of paper, an acrid stench and the forlorn looks of about a dozen bed-ridden seniors through half-open doors as you walk past their rooms to get to the voting area.
What I finally got to the voting booth, I find that two no-names are running against Hizzoner and my councilman is running unopposed. Bummer. I really wanted to express my derision at those grainy black-and-white photos on TV with the word "INDICTED" stamped over them.
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