Oct. 24, 2012 —
The father was leaving early the next morning to return to his job in another state.
Before daylight, he awoke his son, asking him to finish marking the ballot and take it to the post office.
The son was tempted to mark it for Kennedy, despite his dad’s preference for Nixon. But he would be honest and mark the other name.
As the son reached for a pen, he found a note in his father’s handwriting. It said, simply:
“Mark it for JFK if it means so much to you but never fail to cast your own vote.”
Thanks, Dad. I haven’t missed one in almost 52 years.