Ah, the complications of the electronic world. Special aides had to guide each voter, Fio included, through the electronic ballot at the polling place yesterday. And that evening she spent almost an hour working her torturous way through thirty-seven lines of small-font instructions in order to volunteer to judge in the national RWA writing contest.
Fiorella worries about us getting too far away from basics, like paper ballots marked with pencils, like fill-in-the-blank forms. Like burning wood in a fireplace for heat. Like making one's own clothes.
What will we do when God turns off the electricity?
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