I voted but it wasn’t easy.  I left my house at 6:30 thinking I would get there early.  It took me 20 minutes to find a parking place.  As I walked to the polling station, a Middle Eastern man asked me in broken English,  “This way to the President?”  I answered, “Yes!  This way!”

I waited in line for about 15 minutes outside in the cold.  Behind me were a couple who spoke loud Italian the whole time we were in line.  Two people ahead of me was the exact same Indian guy who had been ahead of me four years ago.  I guess we were on the same schedule.  I could hear many different languages being spoken and all kinds of people were in line.  Black, White, Brown, old, thin, fat, young, disabled, happy, pensive.  Once I got inside the building, I thought to myself, this isn’t too bad.  The line went down to the end of the hallway and back.  I figured about half an hour.

When I reach the first turn, I saw another long hallway with people lined up all the way down and back.  When I reached the end of that hallway, there was another one.  I figured there were about 500 people in front of me and probably more behind me.  It took me two and a half hours to vote.

Nobody complained.  People were calm and quiet.  They joked about the line.  They greeted neighbors they new.  They smiled.  Some had their children with them.  One family brought their first time 18 year old voter with them.  People said things like, I can wait in line once every four years, no problem. It is worth it.

I hope my guy wins!  We will know soon enough.