Scott's Road Trip for Change

Sunday was the last day of two weeks of early voting in Florida. Polls closed at 5, but everyone in line at 5 was entitled to vote. Around 8, I went out to the line with water, and someone else from our office brought pizza. We handed them out (only behind the "no campaigning within 100 feet of the doors" line) to McCain and Obama supporters alike, but we made sure that everyone knew where the goods had come from.

It took about seven hours for voters to get through the line, but to their credit they seemed to all stick it out for the duration. I overheard one African-American woman say as she was walking to her car "I feel like I was just in a civil rights march!" I also met a gentleman who told me the story of how he helped a friend outfit a plane to deal cocaine, was caught and arrested but found not guilty by a jury, and then battled the Florida Bar all the way to the Florida Supreme Court for admission. See Florida Bd. Bar Examiners re D.M.J., 586 So.2d 1049 (Fla., 1991) (holding that some guy who talked to me outside an early voting location should be admitted to the bar).

Here is a poor attempt to capture an image of the hundreds of people lined up outside the precinct three hours after the polls closed last night:

And here are two darling kids who were explaining to anyone who would listen why they were supporting Barack Obama: