From her perch on the patio, Ellen studied the dark-haired woman. She was standing alone on the street corner, clutching a clipboard tight against her lean frame. Her eyes grew wide as they met each passerby. “Are you registered to vote?” She asked anyone within earshot. When a gust of wind whipped through the air, the woman tugged her too thin cotton jacket snug around her neck and tucked her hair behind her ear for the millionth time, only to have it blown loose again seconds later. Keep Reading!