My daughter, Bay, took this photo of me when I was done. I asked, but I was not allowed to take photos inside the polling place. I can understand why, although I wasn't given an answer why, but I would have liked to show you what it looks like inside The Neighborhood Church, which is the place where I have voted for years. Here is a close-ish photo of the front. There was this smell of rotten fruit just before you walked in the door. I do not know what it was, but it smelled awful.
Here's a wider shot. It looks like half of a golden golfball. Very 1970s looking. It reminds me of this theater that I used to visit when I lived in Orange, CA, back in the early 80s. It has since been torn down, but it was this cool domed building.
I made sure that the kids could see my "I voted" sticker. They were so excited about the election this year - something that I hadn't noticed when we voted last time. They wanted to know who I voted for and unlike one of the teachers who I heard snap, "None of your business!" I told them that I voted for Obama.
I also voted in support of gay marriage, to allow farm animals humane conditions, and to allow pregnant teens the right to abortion without parental permission. I voted for other things, too, but these were most important to me.
I love to vote.