Elections are always fun
The municipal general election was yesterday; perhaps you noticed. Perhaps you were even one of the 30% of registered voters in the city of Chicago who actually showed up. I confess that I initially wasn't going to bother voting myself--his royal highness Richard M. "We want to make Chicago the most bicycle-friendly city in the United States" Daley wasn't going anywhere (as much support as Bill "Dock" "My first act as mayor will be to reopen Meigs Field" Walls had from the Friends of Meigs Field), and neither was my alderman, Toni Preckwinkle, a champion for affordable housing in an area being unevenly gentrified at the hands of the University of Chicago. [Sorry, I can't find a regular Web page on the Employer-Assisted Housing Program. If you can, please let me know.]
But various cowokers had pestered me about it all day ("You're betraying your celtic ancestors who came to this country illegally!"), so after work I stopped at my polling place to do my civic duty and cast my ceremonial vote. Well, the city that works still does. The highlight of my election day was being stopped at the required distance from my polling place by a campaign worker handing out flyers for an aldermanic candidate in a different ward. Someone else who didn't get their postcard?
Up in the 50th Ward, which I mentioned in a previous post, it looks like Bernard Stone will keep his seat and the North Shore Channel trail will probably remain indefinitely bridgeless. Drat. Well, it's not my neck of the woods--but it's all the same woods anyway, so yeah, I'm irked.
Edit: As was pointed out to me, Stone didn't win anything yet. There will be a runoff election in the 50th Ward come April. Keep the revolution rolling, northsiders!
Update: Okay, Stone won.