The View From Your Election: LA

A reader writes:

Got up at 6:00am to vote.  Put on my sweatshirt and my jeans that reek of Korean barbecue.  I arrived at my polling place, a church,  at 6:15.  I counted.  I was number 50 in line.  We still had 45 minutes before the polling place opened.  You had to stand.  You coudn't sit or even lean against the building.  It rained all night.  The sidewalk was wet.  When the polls opened...there were 200 people waiting. Some in heels.  Some in ties.  Some in pajamas.  Lots of hair pulled back in ponytails.  Lots of baseball caps.  Dodgers.  Red Sox.  Indians.

The line stretched from the church to the Burger King around the corner.  Kinda fitting.  That's America. Faith and french fries. I watched people walk out with their "I voted" stickers.  You could see the smiles...and a few tears.  An older woman got her ballot and told the poll worker..."I've voted my entire life, but this is what I have been waiting for."