What a cool, cool privilege to go out as a country and cast our votes today! I do love voting although I have to admit it only took me about thirty-five minutes at 2:00, so that may have something to do with my sustained enthusiasm. I don’t know though, because there was such a neat vibe among the voters as we queued through the interior of the fire station: two lines to check-in and one line for voting. One of my favorite parts of the experience was that whoever was the last person in the voting line had to hold up a handmade sign that read “END” for others to be able to easily find the end of the line. As new prospective voters lined up, you passed the sign on down the line. So cute and humble and brilliant, I thought.