This last Friday was the last day to register to vote in Nebraska, and Melanie and I waited in line with Nick so he could register. All of Douglas county only had one registration office open for this last day, and the line was long. We waited in line for about three hours, and if it weren't for the great people we happened to be near in line, it would have seemed to be an eternity.

The gentlemen right in front of us in line was a tall, quiet fellow dressed in his UPS uniform. We didn't talk much, he just kept to himself while we made friends with others near us in the line. After nearly an hour of waiting, he went to talk to one of the people who worked at the county office, and from what I could hear of their conversation he was needing to get back to work soon and wanted to know if he could jump ahead. Of course he was denied, and he soon left the line.

The one bit of conversation we did have together earlier convinced me of how he was going to vote. Given my position as a skeptic and cynic of all politicians, I seldom vote for a mainstream candidate. But since "Joe" the UPS guy won't get the chance, I'm going to cast my vote in his place.

I won't tell you who I think he was going to vote for, and I won't divulge his age or ethnicity either. But he was in that line and going out of his way at the last minute so that he could vote, for what he believes in. I can't just let that pass by, and come November 4th, "Joe" the UPS guy will have his vote counted.