Purely anecdotal, from a reader:

Jonah,
The weather’s beautiful, wish you were here. I live in an affluent,
very-left neighborhood in Pittsburgh’s East End, very leafy and quiet and
bordering Oakland, home of Pitt and CMU. Lots of rich lefties, mixed with
students and professors. Of course, we also have Elsie Hillman and Richard
Scaife. Oh yeah, and Paul O’Neill. Kerry signs are everywhere. Just no
voters. I walked up to my polling place (I didn’t vote. I’m waiting for my
wife when she gets home from work.) and the only people there were two
middle aged matrons in sweaters and tweed, I swear to God, like Talbot’s had
a sale circa 1985, sitting at a MoveOne table. The incongruity made my head
feel like when I eat too much ice cream.
Remember, this is the land of St. Teresa. Pittsburgh is a long-time
Democratic stronghold, and I would have thought that more voters would be
out for their man. Both my family and my wife’s family are rabidly
supporting Kerry. Go figure. We are the only Bush voters. Every last soul in
our families vote, so nothing new there, but I am surprised at the so far
light turnout. Ledeen may just have a point.