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That Was Close To A Whine, But Hey!

The Convention ran so long that the NYT had no story this morning.  And so what.  They have a story tomorrow.  On the east coast it ran so late Joe didn’t get to speak in primetime.  So what, every new agency will run it again and again, and pencil press will right about it, whenever.  Last night while I was watching, I missed not being there.  But the line we’re going with now is “Iris you had a really good run, so step aside.” I will certainly do that but it surprised me that no one wanted to talk to the first and only woman to direct security at a National Political Convention.  

That was close to a whine, but hey! I taped the convention so I could watch it at my discretion, which was from 10 to the end.  I love all the hoopla. Beyond the hoopla everyone seemed excited and invested.  Its hard to imagine that Trump will find a way to rain on the parade, but we all know he will.  Who cares

When something goes awry, at an enormous event, what do you do? At the convention, when they were running late I am sure it was a bit chaotic. People running hither and tither. Is tither a word?  Under the podium, people are trying to control space. Trying to figure out who goes where and how do you cut speeches.  When there was a convention there were a few people who throughout the evening tried to keep on track. During many campaigns she of the political people acted assorts for VIP’s. I had the good luck to escort Kitty Dukakas’ father for most of the afternoon.  He was a famous musician and didn’t want to hang out alone backstage. He wanted to hang out with me. It was quite a treat. The person who was the most difficult to escort was Clinton before he got to play with the big kids.  When I put him on the stage no one had any idea how long he would speak.  It lasted forever.  Finally when he said “in conclusion”, everyone in the convention center cheered.  He recovered to go on and make an idiot of himself with Monica Lewinsky.  We, the escorts had contests to entertain ourselves. Could we get on stage the final night? Who had the highest credential?  Nothing earth shattering but nothing gave me more pleasure than to look across the stage and see my friend Paige Reffe across the stage pretending to be important.  Pretending to be important was the name of the game.

Back to last night.  My favorite speakers were AOC, Hillary and Senator Warnock. Mostly the theme was we’re not going back and when we fight we win. Everyone said the same thing but using there own styles to express themselves. But it sure felt good to watch all those people cheering and hopeful and positive about their positions on everything.

Is Jesse Jackson going to speak or just show up.  He was the most difficult person to work with but moving on. Lets see what happens tonight.


(Image from CNN website)

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