After all the sturm und drang, there was quiet today at the neighborhood church where we vote – quiet and this:

A guy in line – a middle-aged biker with black leather jacket and long grey-blond pony tail – stepped out of line to go outside to smoke a cigarette. When he was done, he went politely to the back of the line. But the young guy who’d been standing right behind him went and got him, led him back to his old spot in the line.