I voted at 7 AM at a church down the street near my home in West Los Angeles. I had a nice, chilly walk to to the voting site. I was fifth in line. The line got long behind me.

Saw a young lady in scrubs in line several people back, looking at her watch as the morning slowly began (volunteers learning procedure). I felt for her. I also thought "How many workers are still putting their scrubs on, looking at the clock, wondering if it's worth showing up after HRC has been declared the nominee by the mainstream media?"

I thought for the zillionth time that Election Day should be a holiday, or it should be over the space of more than one day.

In California we have mail-in voting, over several days, but my understanding is that if the person opening your ballot doesn't think your signature matches the one they have on file, they don't count your vote. I don't trust some amateur handwriting analyst to determine whether my vote gets counted.

So I walked in my mail-in ballot (I only learned about the handwriting thing a couple of days ago) and a nice older woman took it and said "You're done!" and took my envelope away. I called after her "I want my I VOTED sticker!" in a plaintive voice that made people in the room laugh. So I got the first I VOTED sticker of the day (the people in front of me were still in their voting booths) and home I went.

Later around noon a delivery came. As I was signing the invoice, the young Latino delivery guy asked me how my day was going and I said brightly "I voted today." He said he voted too, was the 11th voter in line this morning. We danced around who we voted for till he smiled and said "Does the name begin with a B?" and I said "Yeah" and we both sort of laughed and talked Bernie for a little bit. I mentioned The Young Turks and he was already a regular viewer of it. "How do you pronounce his name?" he asked. "Senk?" "I think it's Chenk," I said. He said he and his buddies are all Sanders supporters. Zing!

Driving, later, still kind of glowing from that exchange, I eased to a stop at a red light. A few feet away from me, an older woman with a walker was trying to navigate the lumpy asphalt of the crosswalk. A young man stepped up alongside her and said something and then steadied her, and they (very slowly) traversed the crosswalk, conversing.

I smiled behind the wheel and mused, are people taking Bernie's "We are all in this together" message and acting on it in their lives? Am I observing a transformation taking place? Am I a crazy old boomer watching light flood in through the cracks?