An Election is an eclipse. Don’t wait until it’s over to look up.
If you’re an American, please get yourself to a polling place today. Thank you.
Fair warning, I’m about to make a long analogy. If you don’t want to read it, here’s the short version: Letting this moment pass you by is like putting on your special glasses two seconds after the eclipse is passed.
Go vote. Please and thank you. Go. Vote.
And now for that analogy.
In April 2024 my whole family trooped an hour away to my youngest daughter’s college campus in northwestern Pennsylvania. It was smack dab in the middle of the path of totality.
The path of totality refers to the amount of the sun blocked out by the total eclipse we’d hauled ourselves there to see.
Leading up to the big show, which lasted all of about four minutes, our entire part of the country was eclipse obsessed. I’m not sure about the rest of the country, but northwestern PA was all about it.
Walmart sold T-shirts. Everyone — everyone — produced special glasses. My husband bought two dozen (!!) pairs a full year in advance.
