wanted to vote. Our father and I explained issues and candidates to him but insisted he make his own choices.Which he did. He later told me he voted straight Dem ticket, "I'm not crazy enough to ever vote for a republican" was his explanation.
Our polling place was staffed with elderly neighbor ladies in a older Italian's house. All of them were well aware of how bad off my brother was. Atillio, home owner, was like our grandfather and plied us with wine, salumi and cheeses after we voted. I'm so proud you boys did your duty, don't ever forget to do it" was his constant advice.
It was quite an adventure for my brother. He was still hearing some voices and hallucinating a bit. He kept asking me to come in to the both with him. It took him around half an hour to vote. every now and then we heard him arguing with who ever he was hearing. But he got through it and wore his I Voted sticker proudly. Our dad took us out for dinner.
My younger brother died about four years later but until his dying day voting that day was one of his proudest accomplishments.
He would hate Trump.
oh, I almost forgot.... ha ha ha haha sounds about right to me.
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