About 8:30 this morning, the whole family went to the polling place for Ward 9, Precinct 1 of Minneapolis. The two kids sat with us and watched us fill out our ballots. The seven year old got a kick out of me writing in a neighbor's name in the uncontested sheriff's race. (The incumbent is a racist boob.)
We were voters #86 and #87 respectively. Our city has pretty high voter turnout but we're in a lower voting precinct. I'm sure neighboring precincts had double that number by then.
The polling location was in the basement of a Lutheran church. Generally I think polling places should stay out of religious insititutions, but what can you do?
We had three neighbors on our block working the polls. We said hello and thanked them for their work. The whole process was pretty smooth and without any lines, although voters continued to trickle in the whole time. Most of my time was spent voting for incumbents in about three hundred judicial races. (OK, a slight exaggeration...)
Besides the state and district judges, I voted for candidates for Congress, Governor and Lt. Governor, state Attorney-General, state Auditor, state Secretary of State, state Senator, state Representative, district school board, soil and water supervisor, a city charter amendement on the redistricting process, county sheriff, county attorney, and county commissioner. Only in a couple cases did I have to hold my nose.
My polling location.