Home sick.

This is my third week working here in Mississippi. We are active so much of the day there is little time to be home sick. I do admit however, that I miss my wife very much. How often do I see or do something during the day that I would love to share or do with her.

To day was election day. The church hall where we eat and convene was a polling place. Accordingly we had breakfast in the warehouse. As we waited for breakfast I wandered outside where I saw the early voters lining up before the polls open. It was one of the few times I really missed being in Vermont. Each election I work at the polls, greeting all of my friends and neighbors, and meeting fellow citizens.

As I saw those voters I suddenly became very home sick. I decided that I would "walk the line" and talk to the voters in line like I do at home. I was actually not sure that I could do it with out getting emotional. But sure enough as I talked with the voters it felt very much like being at home, although with a very different accent.

I did it again after breakfast but realized that I had probably overstayed my visit when I heard someone suggest that I had a career future as a Wal Mart greeter.