My neighborhood polling location is McCallum High School, which is only a couple blocks from our place, so after work I grabbed a New Yorker and my sketchbook and headed over to face the lines.
There’s something really great about being able to see a bunch of the folks from your neighborhood in the same high school cafeteria. Here are some sketches I did while standing in line:
Sounds like you had better digs than us — we were at an elementary school, and had unprecedented turnout. The precinct judge guy was a good character (wish I had a sketchbook), but the event was organized poorly. We all filed into the tiny auditorium with its cute little wooden chairs, but the sign-in tables were out in the hall so the first people in were the last ones to leave. Thankfully everyone wanted to be there, except one young woman who was chewing out the judge for not running things more efficiently (she wasn’t getting a lot of support from the folks around her).
Best line of the night came when an official apologized for the likely long wait to sign-in, and the guy in front of us shouted “It’s okay, I’ve been waiting 8 years, I can wait a bit longer!” to thunderous applause.
That last line is perfect.
This is bizarre, I think I went to like 4 of the same events. I ended up staying in that damn cafeteria until there were like 20 left. it wasn’t really worth it either. I like your stuff. and cheers to the perfect moleskin crap.