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

I Can’t Control What Other People Do

“I can’t control what other people do.” That’s what McCain said today when asked if he would admonish people who said despicable things about Obama. (These are not direct quotes but I put them in quotes because it’s what I would do if I was writing fiction and someone said something worth quoting.) What does “I can’t control or I can’t stop them” mean? It means the general election will be very ugly. David has been with McCain for a day and a half and he says “this guy will be very hard to beat.” That’s actually a direct quote. Every four years a few elected officials decide they want to be President of the United States. And every four years political junkies, sign on to a campaign and try to try to get them elected. Sometimes the people surrounding the candidate have high ideals and a centered moral core. Sometimes the campaign staff and consultants are a little too Machiavellian for my taste. The end cannot justify the means when the end means the we are left with a lie. I am

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