So I cast my first vote at some polling place just where the hill starts on Liberty Street. Had not registered as a Democrat -- that'd be as much as your life was worth in Yates County (smallest county in New York State, btw.)
I went into that booth with every intention of voting for Henry Wallace, third-party candidate who had been Secretary of Agriculture, and whose rallies back at college had featured country music with guitars. I can still see my hand poised to pull the lever for him -- and then I moved my hand up and voted for Truman.But here's the interesting part -- I remember being at the wheel of a car the next day, and the car was stopped in the middle of the quad at Syracuse University. I must have driven my Mother there and we must have been visiting my sister, who would have been a freshman.