New York Magazine

This morning at my polling place on the Lower East Side, there was a kindly, paternal maintenance man chatting with a Yeshiva student in his late teens. The maintenance man was on the sidewalk with a broom, dustpan, and rolling garbage pail — his pulpit — talking to the student about the importance of voting. It was a lovely little moment.

— Susan Avery

It was interesting to chat with a few Park Slopers about whether they were voting for Alan Hevesi. I didn't vote for him and instantly regretted it. But everyone I talked to here went ahead and did vote for him. (Of all the sins, using state money to drive an ailing wife around seems relatively benign …)

— David Edelstein