North Carolina Amendment One tells us that old people vote and young people don’t

The big news tonight in North Carolina is that amendment one passed.

According to ABC News (the site that rose to the top on my little Google search):

“The referendum- North Carolina Amendment One- goes a step beyond outlawing same-sex marriage, which was already illegal in the state. The law decrees that ‘marriage between one man and one woman is the only domestic legal union that shall be valid or recognized in this State’- meaning that civil unions and potentially other types of domestic partnerships will no longer be legally recognized.”

Here’s my opinion (based on zero knowledge of the data):

Regardless of the impact, which will affect a lot of people, this outcome says very little about what people actually want.

It only indicates the generational divide in voting; old people like to vote young people don’t take the time. Period.

In the overall scheme of things, human rights flows in one direction, from slavery to freedom.

There are setbacks on the way, but they are reactions — little historical blips on the path to more freedom.

And this is one of those setbacks.

In a couple of decades, most of the people who voted for this will either be dead or too feeble to get to the polls — and the younger generations will vote to allow this freedom. They will laugh at us.

(For the record, I did vote against it and almost everybody I talked with about it voted against it).

And now we're married

Steve Huffman

by Steve Huffman

Meg and I got married Saturday. I was trying to come up with a more eloquent means of delivering the news, but decided to just go ahead and put it out there.

So, there you have it.

Meg is wonderful, Meg is beautiful, Meg is funny.

Meg is also my wife.

Saying so still makes me pause.

We got married in the living room here at Stately Huffman Manor. It was a simple ceremony with just a few members of our family and a handful of friends. Ross O’Neal, the preacher from the Methodist church up the street, officiated.

This is my second marriage. I got married in 1982 and stayed married for almost 20 years before divorcing. Meg’s husband, Tom, died in a car accident in 1996. I’ve got two sons, Zachary and Will. Meg has a pair of daughters, Jeanette and Lori, and a 4-year-old granddaughter, Mia.

Put us all together and I think we make a nice-looking family though I’m still having a bit of a problem coming to grips with this whole grandfather thing.

I remember little about my first wedding, which was a fairly elaborate affair staged in a church. I remember being a little nervous about the whole thing, but that’s about it.

Maybe it’s part of the whole aging process, but I was much more emotional during Saturday’s wedding. My voice cracked and I had to stop to collect myself. We finally got through the whole thing.

Meg is a nurse and had to be back at work Monday, so we’re going to wait a bit before taking a honeymoon. We’re talking about a cross-country drive in late spring, maybe even spending a few nights camping in Montana.

For the time being, we are (as the Society section of newspapers used to say) “making our home” here in Spencer. We’re having a good time of it.

Meg is my wife.