In the city, where the Loser lived and voted for twenty years before moving to the suburbs in December after his parents died, he used a machine. Not here. Here he was issued a worn manilla folder with a big piece of paper inside with ovals to darken next to the candidates of his choosing. He took it to a tiny stand up desk with little curtains around it and filled in his choice with a ball point pen. Then, using mid 20th century technology, he fed it into a machine that scanned it, probably, and tallied the vote electronically.
|The Loser's ballot, all filled in.|