Live Eva and Mike, I walked to my polling place this morning. I tried to hit the “dropping the kids off at school” window, anout 8:30. As I was nearing my place to vote, I passed a guy on the street. I thought he was going to ask for money, since he had that “I want to talk to you” vibe, but he asked me if I was going to go vote. I said yes, and he said I should hurry up and go, there wasn’t a line. I thanked him and, indeed, I was able to walk right in and vote.
Not only did I feel good about voting, I felt good from getting out and about before work.