For the first time in my memory — my first vote was for John F. Kennedy for president — there were no poster holders or cheerleaders at the polls Tuesday at 5 p.m. in Quincy. It was so quiet two men asked me if voting were taking place.
Inside the hall the poll watchers were reading books. I was the only voter. There had been 378 voters in total for the day.
I thought of how, ultimately, the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings suffered because we are a country that believes in freedom. For shame.