I voted for president Monday evening. I went alone to the darkened Spanaway post office, and I dropped my ballot in the mailbox. What an empty feeling it was.
Four years ago, I went to my polling place in a local school auditorium. The room was packed with citizens exercising their franchise in person. We all had to wait in line a while, but no one complained. Republican, Democrat, Independent – we were all united by our participation in the democratic process.
How have we so easily abandoned a 400-year-old tradition of voting in person? The polling place is the …