Glory In The Day

If you feel like wallowing in the personal stories of Obama voters, go here.
Tidbit:

My polling place is at the fairgrounds in Southern Maryland, about 40 minutes from Washington, D.C. This used to be tobacco country, but is slowly being developed, or other crops are grown. We waited until 10:00 to vote, to avoid the lines. When we got there a 97-year-old Black man was being wheeled out of the polls in his wheelchair. It was the first time he had ever voted in his life. When he came outside he asked if anyone could give him an Obama button. There were none left at the Democrat's booth so I gave him mine. He was so proud and I started crying. He looked at me and said, "why are you crying? this is a day for glory." I am still crying.

Side note: Good thing the weather is pretty good across the country. With nearly all mail-in here for the last few years, and before that with permanent absentee, it's astounding that people have to stand in line for hours in bad weather just to vote.