It appears to be something of a tradition for political bloggers to report on the state of their local polling station, so here’s my dispatch from the front lines of my white, upper-middle-class neighborhood:
The weather was nice. I have a job that allows me to vote anytime I want, so I headed out at 10:58 am, which is conveniently during the midmorning lull. My polling place is about 200 yards from my house and I got there at 11:01 am. There was no line. It took two minutes to check in. Nobody asked for ID because California doesn’t require it. The machine worked fine. It printed an audit trail that correctly captured my vote. I returned home at 11:09 am.
And that was that. Aside from the 200-yard thing, which obviously isn’t possible universally, this is how voting should go for everyone.