You Probably Want to Know Why Things Are Running So Late At The Convention.

You probably want to know why things are running so late at the convention. When you schedule too many speakers all of want to be heard because they have important things to say. It’s hard to give them the hook, so they’re not going to keep them on time. On one occasion we had to turn off the mikes but today that would be rude. With that I think I’ll try to remind you a little about most of the conventions.

Yesterday I got a call from my cousin Adam, who reminded me about the convention in Denver.

Although it was the first time local police were seriously armed with funds received from some federal fund. They weren’t trained but no one got killed who shouldn’t have.

Anyway, whatever there is convention, if I’m there I get credentials and first on my list is to give them to family. At my convention my cousins worked security. You know no one got up on podium who was not so to be. One cousin stood at the base of the steps to sooth the savage beasts, or VIP’s, it is always chaos behavior the podium. It does not matter how hard they try.

Usually it you work the convention you get accommodations. In SanFran my business partners were not in the mood for me so I was on my own, not very nice so I bunked with an ABC friend until David arrived. One cousin who lived there also was a lifesaver and went to work. It is never without drama. But it’s colorful and fun.

The place I have my hair done was so interesting this morning, all talking about political people, all loved the Democratic Party. Wouldn’t it be wonderfully if trump lost Florida. Ok wishful thinking but one can dream.

Speaking of the place I get my hair done. When I was leaving there was a torrential downpour. Even with my hair there was no way I was going out. Then along came Madison, a wonderful young woman with an umbrella. She saw me standing there looking bewildered, stopped and offered to walk we to the car under the umbrella. She did not look like she was going to murder me so I graciously accepted. It was a generous gesture and we got to the car, virtually dry. I thanked her, and asked her who she was going to vote for. She smiled and said is there anyone running but Kamala? It was a great sign for the future

So Here We Go: "So You Think You Can Be President? Who Doesn't?"

So You Think You Can Be President, Who Doesn’t? Since this is the first blog on my new site, people have suggested that I write about my vision of my new book, "So You Think You Can be President, Who Doesn’t." Unlike our first book, my writing partner and friend Clay Greager, who passed away last October, wouldn’t like that. He would say, hey girl, move on! Truth is it isn’t easy without Clay. This book is a bit different; still political humor, but times have changed so much that there is a whole lot more.material. But Clay is in my head and with that.... Welcome to my new blog. It will be filled with great stories as well as commentary on the state of politics today. In 1963, while still in high school, a friend of mine asked a few of us if we would like to go to West Point as dates for some of the Cadets who were having a formal dance. Always being up for an adventure, I said, of course. There were four of us who agreed to do this. It was a Friday afternoon and the ga...

YOUR LAST FLIGHT OUT

Key West is a place that can only be explained by the people who live there. It is sometimes a state of mind filled with junk stores, good food and lots of colorful people. It is all those things, but so much more, you could write a book about it. Which brings me to another book, which I wrote with Clay Greager, one of those colorful people. When I met Clay he owned a t-shirt shop on one of main streets in Key West. It was called “Last Flight Out" and there was lots of Vietnam and airplane stuff in the window. There was no way I could stay outside, so I went in. There were people milling around and I noticed that the owner was telling interesting and insightful stories. There were no chairs, so I sat down in the corner where I listened to Clay’s stories, and took some political calls - probably from candidates or their staff people. What I didn’t realize was that Clay was listening to my call at the same time I was listening to his stories. When all the customers were gone he turn...

Chickens? Ducks? It's Politics All Over Again ...from Iris

It was 1992, the beginning of the Bill Clinton Presidential campaign. The Clinton campaign was going to tell the public why they should vote for Clinton. Our operation was to send a message about why they should not vote for Bush. With that in mind, It’s time to tell the truth and take credit for one of the great political campaign contributions. Not money - ingenuity. Was it done by one person? Hardly. It was my idea but to carry it out took a team effort. The beauty of the idea was that no one really knew where it came from, and where it went. We wanted to send a message ( by my definition a message need not have any audience participation, whereas a protest requires active participation, and can be messy.) Ron Brown, then the amazing DNC Chairman (there hasn’t been another since, and probably will not ever be) was responsible for the funding, but no one knew even that. President Bush41 had said he wouldn't debate Governor Clinton in the General, and...

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