It has taken me a full 2 weeks to get my head around the fact that I am Alderman-elect for the City of Southport. Election day was filled with turbulent emotions. Sally and I arrived at the polls at 6:15 AM only to find that the other candidates had already put up their signs the night before. We managed to locate a few spots for some signs that were visible to passing cars and those walking up to the polls.
There was a do-not-cross line of yellow tape (like they use at crime scenes--irony intended) beyond which no electioneering was allowed. It seemed to be variably enforced as some (like me) were scolded for crossing it a time or two to greet someone while others (even some candidates) could walk into the polling place covered in campaign buttons and stickers. This didn't really bother me as I assumed folks had pretty much made up their minds well before showing up at the polls. I wasn't really sure why so many people spent the day in front of the polls, but it seemed like a traditional ritual for candidates so I played along. My activity was restricted to greeting people I knew or had visited during my canvassing of the city. No arm twisting, no handouts, no campaign rhetoric. It was just a great time to be sociable and meet new people.
Probably one of the best things about the election day ritual was being able to meet and chat with all the other candidates. It eased the tension and allowed for a friendly exchange of ideas and everyday chit chat. By the time the polls closed at 7:30 PM I was ready for milk, cookies and a nice nap. But the most exciting moments were still ahead of us. We all went inside the polling station and gathered in one corner as the election workers counted the votes. I was at Ward 1 and Sally was stationed at Ward 2. My nervous system was in tatters. The culmination of 4 months of incredibly hard work would come down to a set of numbers read by the precinct manager. I could barely bear it, so I sat on the hard linoleum floor, legs crossed, head down with my eyes closed. If I had an empty paper coffee cup with me folks would have put spare change in it.
At around 8:38 PM I received a call from Sally. Ward 2 results had come in and her first words through the cell phone were, "It's bad," followed by a long pause. By this time I was ready for it to be over, win lose or draw. She dutifully recited the numbers to me. I was in third place, but on the basis of what I was expecting from Ward 2 I didn't think it was so bad. I told her to come over to Ward 1 and we could cry together. For the next 10 minutes I went over in my mind how I was going to continue to be an advocate for the issues I raised in the campaign. I also assessed my chances in the next election and what I might do differently.
Sally ran into the Ward 1 polling station just as the precinct manager was about to read the totals. I don't remember drawing a breath for the several minutes it took her to announce the final tally. When it came to the Ward 1 Alderman results I carefully wrote down the numbers. I had the most votes, but now it became a math problem. We had to add the totals from Ward 2 and reach a grand total.
Neither Sally or I could remember how to add. I was using the back of a business card to make notes. If I was expected to carry out a complex mental process like addition I needed more space. Sally handed me the back of someone else's campaign flyer and I commenced to calculating. My first effort was thwarted because I could not read the numbers I had written down. After a few minutes of decifering my hyeroglyphics I entered the mathematical phase and finally arrived at a total. It was a dead heat for first place between me and Mary Ellen Poole (my idealogical compatriot). The next person was enough votes back that the absentees and early voting would not change the result. There were 2 seats to be filled, and my big fat behind was going to be sitting in one of them.
I checked my math several times, rechecked the totals from the voting machine print-out, asked other people what they came up with, then checked my math again. That night I went to every website covering our election to check their numbers. Although I was practically paralyzed by exhaustion, I slept very little on Tuesday night.
When I woke up on Wednesday I checked both the Wilmington Star News and the State Port Pilot. I double checked the county Board of Elections website. All the totals seemed to confirm that I would be extremely busy over the next 4 years as a first term Alderman.
Immediately I knew what I had to do: pick up all the signs we placed throughout the city. Yesterday they were political marketing. Today they're litter. I gulped a double espresso and began my first duty as an Alderman. By 1:00 PM all the signs were off the streets and stacked in my front yard.
Now the truly hard work begins. I can't wait!