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I Am In Trouble and You Can Help

 I am in trouble and you can help.


On Tuesday I had a great day helping democracy function by working  as an election judge over at Mt. Zion.  Sara, my daughter on the coast,  however is very, very unhappy with me because this increased my chances  of COVID exposure.  Now, I don't feel old or vulnerable but I am a  caretaker and if I get sick the consequences spiral....

So,  I would like someone to step up and take over my role as Election Judge  so I can stay home and stay safe(r.).  More info here: https://www.ramseycounty.us/residents/elections-voting/election-judges.

Everyone was masked when they came in to vote and we had lots of masks if  someone had forgotten theirs.  Surfaces were cleaned frequently.   Plexiglass shields were all about.  Distancing was observed.

I  have done this three times now and I can tell you that it is really a  wonderfully positive experience.  Over the course of the day, the judges  evolve into a real team.  The system is well-organized and you can  appreciate the mechanics of democracy in action.  It runs very smoothly  and there are good methods of problem-solving in place.  If you are  assigned to Mt. Zion, it is in a spacious room with good light and good  air and includes more than 150 years of St. Paul history.  Did you know  there is a Mt. Zion Folkways record?

You  can even be a judge if you are 16 or 17 years old and have parent and  school permission.  I'd say this is a great remote learning  opportunity.  Everyone has to take an online training program that takes  about 2 hours.

And you can earn ten  dollars, yes, $10 per hour.  6 a.m. until  about 9 a.m. for the setup,  voting and take down work, that is $150!

So,  help me get out of trouble!  Please let me know that you are a new  recruit for democracy so that I can retire until we have a safer time  for public events. Of course, I will be happy to respond to any  questions you might have.

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