May 15, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
We just got word that The Senator lost in Nebraska. Badly. Now all the reporters are telling people that The Senator's campaign is in trouble and that the race is between Bobby and Humphrey. Or as Becca likes to say, Booby and The Hump. And while I think that name-calling is thoroughly immature, I also think that when all else fails, it can make you feel good. In this case, there's nothing wrong with it. As long as we don't do it in public.
Craig has decided to take a southern route. We're all going to take shifts sleeping and driving. I'm nervous about driving Craig's car. It's a shiny black 1963 Ford Galaxie. He's very proud of it. It's certainly a gorgeous car. Since the weather isn't calling for rain, he put the white top down. I love laying down in the backseat and falling asleep while the clouds go by. We have to make sure that none of our papers or signs blow out of the car. Craig put an blanket over the brochures, though some of the signs have nearly gotten away from us.
I'm not sure it's a wise idea to drive straight through to Los Angeles. What if we get lost and can't find the city? Craig has the name and phone number of our contact there. He will set us up.
None of us have ever been to California. I wonder what it will be like. In Los Angeles, you have to dress nicely all the time. I bet people are prettier and cleaner out there. Everyone always looks polished on TV. Maybe I'll even get to meet some stars. I would love to meet Hayley Mills.
Craig has been scaring Becca by telling her that California is going to drop off into the ocean. But I would love to be in an earthquake, just to see what it feels like. To have the earth move and the buildings shake would be something. Obviously it's far more exciting than snow.
Reminder: Call Mom and Dad during our next Ladies Room break.
