Primary feverI ran into my upstairs neighbor at the polls today. Coming from Oregon, I'm used to mailing in a ballot, and have generally been annoyed that Pennsylvania requires you to come to a physical station to cast a ballot. However, seeing Charlie at the community center gave me this nice, civic-responsibility feeling. It felt pleasantly homey and old-fashioned, like we should be talking about quilting or tractors.
That pleasant feeling was only slightly mitigated by the twenty voters from the nearby retirement center ahead of me in line. In the meantime, I had a nice conversation with a friendly Republican. We lamented that our favorites were no longer in the contest (Giuliani, Kucinich).
Polls close in a half hour. Go Obama!