Today’s journalism project was a wild cavalry ride across the convention floor, leading to a daring raid on the Maryland delegation’s colors. Refusing to surrender, I fought courageously through security, the Secret Service and several food service workers back to freedom, where I was greeted as a hero by the media and other less privileged attendees at the convention.
No, not really. I’d be in handcuffs if I did all that, and then how could I be typing this blog post? But I did get to spend some time on the floor, courtesy of a delegate pass from undisclosed sources, and while there I managed to get a priceless shot of some loopy Wisconsinites wearing those super cool cheesehead hats.