Went to the polls at 6AM today, stood in line for an hour and a half, and it gave me time to think about this inconvenience I was going through... all to vote. I heard people kvitching about the "cold" (it was an Arizona November morning, maybe 60-65 degrees). I heard people complaining about the time away from work, or the hour of sleep they lost to wake up early.
And I thought of several thousand men, 233 and a half years ago.
They couldn't vote. They couldn't peaceably assemble to establish laws for themselves. They were being systematically disarmed by an occupying army.
They stayed awake that night between April 18th and 19th. They organized. They faced the wet, cold New England spring and stood gathered on the Green with muskets in hand. Barely 70 of them stood off against 900 soldiers at Lexington.
I didn't correct anyone in line, and I didn't give any history lessons, though maybe I should have.
But I did stand my place in line, and I voted. Because those men 233 and a half years ago wanted that.