Rocking the vote

So I went to vote, first thing this morning. My polling place is not the convenient school across the street from me, but another school 10 minutes further into Crown Heights. From the outside it didn't seem any different than any other election day in New York, but once inside the school gym, it was obvious there was something different going on. The lines for several of the election districts were long and curling around on themselves. Here in New York, our voting booths are the 50 year old "technology" of pulling the lever, flipping little switches, and then pulling the lever back. Quaint. It took me about an hour to get through the line. I walked out of the booth with a sense of contentment washing over me, that perhaps the turnout will be high enough that it will be a clear victory. Let's hope.