Claire V. Bogdanos

EXCUSE ME, but where do I register to vote ?  My first official act upon returning to HOBOKEN in the 70’s was to sign the voting register.  From that day to this I don’t believe that I have missed even the most insignificant election, if such a thing exists !  I have come to the conclusion that in a democracy there is nothing of insignificance about our freedom of choice.  When we originally migrated to Hoboken I was referred to as a “New Yorker”, my knowledge of  New York somewhat limited to Macy’s, the Museum of Natural History, South Street Seaport and Balducci’s !  A friend commented to me the other day “You’re beginning to sound like old Hoboken”.  At last, ACCEPTANCE !  The remark was prompted by my observation that I had not seen a familiar face in a popular eatery the whole evening, I’m not sure that I enjoyed the feeling !  However I concluded I’d been cocooning since the last election, unable to decipher what changes would mean to me.  I was going to miss the Old Guard just when I was beginning to agree with them !  Having spent too many years in suburbia, I had come to expect politics to be a quasi-part-time occupation indulged in by retired CEOs to perk up leisuretime.  How little I knew !  Today I was being replaced by new blood and differing concepts, time to go with the flow.  I still haven’t  quite accepted the fact that Pollyanna has moved on !  Who would believe one could achieve anonymity in a one mile square area where everyone still stoop-sits ?  Progress, as media are crying, “loss of privacy”.  Excuse me but I need to put my name on my doorbell !              Sincerely,               Claire B.