When I go to my polling station on San Vicente Avenue in Brentwood (a largely yuppie-and-student area) I usually feel that I should whisper my name to the person checking voters in, so as not to disturb the reverent silence. This morning, there was a crowd, and the officials told me they were way ahead of any normal pace.
If this is just a Prop. 19 effect, maybe the measure has a chance after all. If it’s more general – if Democrats nationally have decided to wake up and smell the tea – then maybe I’m reporting some good news.