Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened to me while standing in line to vote in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn this morning. Which is to say, nearly everyone I know waited an hour or more for their turn to cast a ballot (a duration at least five or six times longer than it’s ever taken me to vote in the state of New York in a decade-plus of living here) and so did I.
Happily, the whole process was very orderly and actually quite pleasant. Our local City Council Member, Letitia James
, even brought around cookies for the voters as we waited (she was not up for re-election today), and there was a kind of excitement radiating from the whole place. It felt uncommonly satisfying to pull that lever.