After [Mom] finished, we went over to the pint-sized voting machine that was set up for all the kids who came with their parents. You could cast a vote for George Washington or Abraham Lincoln, Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck.

I took the poker for my punch card ballot, and carefully weighed my options. This was serious business, after all. After a minute of reading, however, I realized that something was wrong with my ballot. I turned to my mom and asked, "Mom? Where's Geraldine Ferraro?"