Waiting for History

"No nine hour wait to vote here, dear."

That's how I was greeted this morning at my polling place. And while there were certainly more cars and people at the fire department in my little town than I ever remember seeing, there was no line to "pull the lever." So I walked right over to the machine - the old-fashioned, curtained, mechanical lever machine - closed the curtain, flicked the appropriate levers and walked out feeling very much like I was helping to make history. To change the path of history.

Now all we can do is wait.