Lines were as long as I’ve ever seen them, and the poll workers were partaking in their usual inefficiencies–stand over here, now over here, no over there! But more or less a smooth operation, by Election Day standards. And not a single person tried to intimidate me or steal my lunch money. When I got home, to prepare for a day of nailbiting in the city, my 5-year-old daughter saw the “I Voted” sticker on my shirt. “Who won?” she asked.