Winer writes:
This morning I voted at a church in Makiki, the most population-dense district in Honolulu. I stood in line for five minutes behind a slumping Asian woman who looked to be about 85 or so. I voted and then saw the same woman looking around for the place to deposit her ballot. Another woman in line in front of me guided her to the correct spot. After I slid my paper ballot into the machine and saw the electronic American flag wave on the screen, I left the church and walked into the parking lot. The same old lady was looking around in a way that seemed disoriented. She asked me how to get to Wilder Avenue, and I told her it was a block away and pointed her in the correct direction. She smiled, and I smiled. I had one of those, "This is America," feelings in the sense that she and I were quite different from one another, but we each voted, and we were able to be pleasant and helpful as we participated in democracy. I began walking to work, and I passed a house that had one hand-lettered sign in its yard. The sign read:"I hope you voted Democrat today so you can watch Barack Obama force homosexual marriage down your throat. That is the immoral change that he believes in."Again, I had one of those "This is America" feelings.
