A Photo Essay
Yesterday was primary day here in Massachusetts. Even though I follow politics enough to be up to my nose in a health care debate that really stinks, I confess I haven't really been following the candidates in this race. I lazily took it for granted that even without my help my state would choose a good democratic candidate for senator to replace Ted Kennedy.
As primary day was nearing, I started listening to my friends discuss their choices. Among the people I heard from, it was a pretty even split between Mike Capuano and Martha Coakley. Folks who were voting for Capuano spoke of his experience and folks supporting Coakley spoke of her unwillingness to throw womens' health under the bus in any negotiations for health care reform.
As I walked into town to do several errands, I was that rare species: the undecided voter. I guess I was hoping, on my rounds to pay bills, I would run into friends who spoke with certainty about their choice and allow them to make up my mind for me. Surprisingly, I saw no one I know. What I did see was women. Every shop and city worker I encountered was a woman. I was reminded how few women there are in the Senate. That made up my mind. I voted for Martha Coakley to represent me.
Photograph of Martha Coakley found here.