God was nice to me. My wife and I did not have to wait to vote. We walked right up. There was one person

signing in ahead of us and open voting stations. I snapped a photo with my phone and one of the volunters scolded me for taking a photo. Oops. My bad. I just wanted to remember the day.

My polling location in Southern California was in somebody’s dining room. Very strange. I am used to it being in a school or church, but here in the LA area I guess they use homes. Well, lucky me, no lines. In the photo of the outside of the home I blotted out a person walking out and the house number, in order to protect the innocent.