A Williamsburg reader emails:
Voting this morning was a slightly more confusing and anticlimactic experience than I had expected. I stopped by the school on North 5th between Roebling and Driggs on my way into work, guided by a smattering of scotch-taped signs and several Obama canvassers (I didn’t actually count 500 steps from them to the polling booth itself, but I was slightly suspicious).
Having never received confirmation of my change-of-address, I was a little concerned that I had somehow been dropped from the roll, but a very friendly poll volunteer directed me to another friendly volunteer, who finally directed me to a slightly less friendly woman who did, in fact, confirm my democratic privileges in the district.
As I signed my name in the book (no photo ID required), a volunteer at the next table remarked that, ‘organization this year was a mess and that if things weren’t better come November, there was gonna be trouble.’