I had to show my passport, drivers license and utility bills to register to vote. They have my signature. I am a white, college graduate in a northern state. I’m just stating that as a fact before I go into this issue.
What gives, here? You can’t register without papers and signature. I’d offer to fly back South to help the disenfranchised but it’s even worse up here. They won’t even tell me my polling place or give me a letter saying I’m registered to vote.
And I’m in a swing state. I offered to volunteer but they don’t want me. Now you may ask what is going on in this country when my husband asked who is the VP and I told him of their efforts. He’s a genius, a true “absent-minded professor.” He won’t register. We’d cancel each other out.
My husband is too busy to take the time to go through what I did to register to vote. I’m used to going to the polling place, signing my name and all the ladies (they’re all ladies) say “Good morning, Dee! How are you today?” Just as Nanny does in Texas. That’s my Voter I Dee
Cooking with Dee 