January 24
by Janine Stephenson
We have spent so much time getting
our campaign headquarters in order that we haven’t had much time to campaign.
Now that the literature has arrived, we have everything in order. Somewhat.
Craig says that nothing will ever be in complete order. But I think he’s
talking in broad philosophical terms instead of just our campaign.
Craig told us that we can expect more
college students to arrive now. He has deputized Becca and I to deal with the
incoming students. He would also like us to take a more active role in telling
people what to do. Which forms to fill out. How we do things, however that is.
We still haven’t figured it out. I told Craig that as soon as he knew how we
did things, he should tell us and we’d be certain to spread the word. Whatever
the word is to spread.
Mrs. Stoutmiller said that we’d go
out to canvas starting tomorrow morning. We should dress appropriately for cold
weather and lots of standing around. We’ll go in her auto.
They do talk funny here. What if they
don’t understand me?
Craig is from New Jersey so he can’t
go out to canvas. His accent will alienate people and his hair is too
long. His boss with National, a guy named Ron, told him that people with longer
hair shouldn’t go out. Only people who look presentable. Since Becca and I look
wholesome, we’re allowed. Craig will stay behind and hold down the fort.
I don’t mind talking to people. I
just hope I can come up with something to say.
