Let's hope the students of PS11 are right.
I stood in line in the school gym for nearly two hours today in order to get my chance to pick a president. It was crowded, slightly disorganized, and totally worth it. The varnished wood floors supported the calm, quiet crowd. Yet there was electricity in the room. PTA mom's sold juice, cupcakes, and egg salad sandwiches. Neighbors smiled and hugged. People took pictures and twittered, documenting the historic scene. The man behind me explained to his impatient son that he'd remember this day fifty years from now.
Clinton Hill, Brooklyn, united. Now for the whole country.