When I can, I like to go in mid-morning and avoid the rush of persons trying to go before or after work or school.
A rather officious, scruffy-looking young man was blocking my way as I went in, stepping from side to side in front of me as I tried to manuever aournd him. Turns out he was inspecting my button. I pointed out to him that it does not refer to a candidate and he let me pass.
His life would be easier if he told people what he was doing.
Three people were ahead of me in line and three voting machines were set up. All three machines were in constant use.
I was there a total of ten minutes and spent five of those minutes jawboning with one of the poll judges, a neighbor I haven’t seen in a couple of years.
He told me that, when they opened the doors at seven, the line went from the door of the polling room almost out the door of the school (approximately 200 feet) and that traffic had been steady all day.
Now for the long wait until the evening.