Where My Ladies At?

My precinct on John Wesley Dobbs Avenue had only 2 women poll workers this morning--each well under 50.

Quite a switch from my first election--an off year, non-partisan race for Wisconsin State Superintendent of Public Instruction. In our squat, 1-room city hall/volunteer fire department pool room nearly a dozen community-minded blue hairs divvied up the duties. Stooped in pairs over the voter rolls layed out on gray card tables--a plain, unadorned geometry of square table, pencil line and osteoporosis curve.

Has gentrification forced old folks out of their eponymous Fourth Ward? Or were they sleeping in for the lunch rush?