Seventh Inning Stretch Part 1

There were three "The Kiss" buttons that were made up.

The first said, "Too Close for Comfort" The second, "Bush's Favorite Democrat."

This one, yeah, the word "Democrat" no longer applies

After the first full night's sleep in days it is time for the 7th Inning stretch. We're closing in on the last push of the campaign and taking a look at the path ahead. But first some reflections on where we've come from.

I'd have to dig into my dust covered files to find when I first sent some money Ned's way. It was a while ago. Haven't given much directly to him dollar wise, but I did trek down a few weeks ago and went door to door with "scarecrow"on a really hot sunday. Then came in and did phonebanking with him and Kathryn and other new folks we met in Willimantic. Then, right after returning from vacation in Quebec, got in the car again for the closing weekend to help with whatever was needed. All at my own expense—as did all of the Lamont volunteers—not like the Lieberdroids who demanded and got higher and higher per diems just for showing up.

The first thing I learned about myself is that I will eat nails rather than phone bank. The inner introvert that lives in my gut froze up with each number dialed. Door to door, much less of a problem. I can handle the face to face OK, but not the cold calling on the phone.

So I went out with John and selise and Kathryn and Lisa and Diane, and Jerry (all at various times) got into the car, and went to meet the voters. It was hot. We had mapquest printouts in our laps with a pile of other papers, contrast sheets, voter registration forms and lists of registered dems.

Lots of folks were not home on Sat. Four of us were in the car and we kind of piggybacked in pairs. We stopped at Friendly's for lunch and got the waitress to register to vote—her tip depended on it! Then we went out again and finished our route. Again, not many people home and in a large apartment complex, our sheets did not have many of the apartment numbers which made it very difficult.

Then there was GospelFest in New Haven on sat. night. It was great. The feeling, the mood, the general acceptance of everyone there. There weren't too many white faces there, but we were treated well and had a blast. Ned was announced, did his thing and then worked the crowd. And he was great. He talked with kids, he talked with moms and grand moms, and he talked with bikers, all with ease.

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Taping the Gwen Ifill interview was cool, but watching Ned work the crowd was really where it was at. So after all of that, we went to Sullivan's in New Haven and finally saw the Kiss Float up close.


We had a wild and wonderful time talking with Jane, CTBob, CTBlogger, Gina, TRex and all of the other bloggers and hangers on, like me, who came to be with one another as we worked our way up to election day.


Sunday was much better. We started with breakfast in the hotel and had lots of time as the folks in the inner circle of planning had a strategy meeting and we weren't due in until 1. So we spread out in the restaurant and read the blogs, what else? Only problem was that we couldn't post any comments to FDL in that hotel. The damn server they used, just sucked our brilliant observations and witticisms into the ether.


Time to hit the streets again. John and I pulled the U district—Wesleyan. The bulk of the people that we did find at home were Ned supporters, many of them enthusiastically so. We also had a few un-decideds which I would hope we managed to turn towards Ned.

And then there was Mr. X. He claimed to be a former journalist who was appalled at the job the press was doing, or more precisely NOT doing. He really wanted to talk and proceeded to do so. He was leaning toward Ned but wouldn't let us close the deal. He didn't like the fact that Ned was not an opponent of, of all things, gay marriage! That thread went on for a while and I bit my tongue pretty hard so as not to say what I was thinking.

He asked us what we disagreed with Ned over. He asked about whether elected officials should base their decisions on the views of their constituents or his/her conscience. I told him that I didn't want one religious view written into legislation over the views of others. We got into the Catholic hospital/federal funds dilemma over EC. He strongly felt that the institution's principals should not have to be compromised. I countered that if so, the ambulance protocols then need to be re-wrtten so that the patient gets to choose which hospital they are taken to. Joe's idea that if a rape victim winds up in a Catholic hospital ER and wants emergency contraception, it is "just a short ride" to another hospital where they can get it. BS! Mr. X had to concede my point.

The war came into the discourse too and then he tried to play the "I served in 'Nam, so I know better" card, except that Mr. X had been a corpsman and John had served in combat. Point to John.

This conversation must have gone on for at least 20 minutes with him trying and thinking he could stump us. It didn't happen. Nothing like being an avid blog reader to really be up on what is going on in the world. That was hard work and we don't know if we even got his vote.

But the lady down the street was golden, with us 100+%. We drove back to HQ feeling great. Then we delivered a couple of lawn signs to folks who had requested them.

It was a roller coaster in terms of energy, physical and psychic. Those were the first two days.