So I ring the doorbell. My sheet says one person in the house, male, 24.
A 40ish African American male answers the door. "We all voted, " he says, smiling broadly. He points to the "I Voted" sticker on the mailbox.
"That's great!" I say. "I just have one name here, Quentin. Do you know if he voted?"
"Oh yeah, we all voted."
"Wonderful," I say. "Thanks for your support." I start to mark down "Already Voted" next to Quentin's name.
A shadow of doubt passes over the man.
"Hold on a second," he says. He retreats a little way into the house. "Quentin, did you vote?" I hear him yell. I can't quite hear the response. Dad turns to me again. "He says he voted by mail."
I check my sheet. "Okay", I say, somewhat hesitantly, "but I don't have him down as receiving a mail-in ballot."
Dad goes back into the house. Quentin shortly makes his appearance, obviously not fully awake. "Yeah," he mumbles, "I voted by mail."
"Did you send in a copy of your id?" (Required for first time votes in Colorado.)
"Um, no, I didn't know anything about any id."
At this point, it's pretty clear that Quentin has not, in fact voted.
Dad gives me a knowing look, there is steel in his voice. "I'll get him there on Tuesday." And I know he will.