Longest lines I’ve ever seen at our polling place. Dorothy and I usually wait behind one person. We had four or five. The line was actually holding the door open.
For that polling place, that’s unusual.
And do you really have to ask who I voted for? *grin*
I’ve taken flak from my Obama ’08 wallpaper at work. So what? I’m part of something big. ANd when Obama accepts the right to be the first African-American president in the history of the US, you’ll HEAR the walls shattering.