Letter: The man who wasn’t there

Saturday, November 11, 2017
The man who wasn’t there

I voted Tuesday at the Ward 9 polling place. While walking down the steps into the voting area, a poem, “Antigonish” by William Hughes Mearns, came to mind. (The poem is better known as “The Little Man Who Wasn’t There.”) The opening line reads, “As I was walking down the stair one day I met a man who wasn’t there.” The last time I’d voted I met a man who was there: dour, dark and rather ominous. I read in the Monitor the next day that he’d been a disruptive element. Fortunately the election officials on scene were able to handle the matter. On Tuesday, he wasn’t there.

With one eye to the future, the poems final two lines brought a grin. “He wasn’t there again today. Oh, how I wish he’d go away.”