April 11, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
The campaign is back in operation now. A full group of volunteers are manning the phones. Another group have created an assembly line for mailings. Big maps of Illinois take up most of the walls in the back room.
Craig is still head of the office committee. He is also a liaison between the local group and the national group. Technically, Becca and I are part of the national group, but we talk like we’re part of the local group. Indiana is not another part of the country. At least not to us.
Nowadays there are people from all over joining the campaign. We don’t fit in with most of the people because we were here from the beginning. When I hear other people talk, I think about how Becca and I were back in Concord. Everything was exciting and new.
Which is not to say that everything here is boring and old. And I certainly don’t mean to come off as jaded because I don’t know everything.
For instance, I don’t know where all of our office equipment goes when they close out the campaign headquarters. I asked Ron what happened to the mimeo that we had in Madison. It was a little finicky but once I figured it out, it worked like a charm.
He looked at me for a full moment and burst out laughing. “Where do you think it went? To California, of course.”
I guess it’ll take two months to get there. I hope we get stationed in California. I can’t imagine they would send us anywhere else. Oregon, maybe.. But Becca and I have to be sure we get to Los Angeles. I can’t wait to go.
