August 8,
1968
by Janine
Stephenson
I am so excited to
go to the convention! I can hardly wait! Two more weeks, I think. But chances
are, we'll leave a whole lot sooner.
Ron came by today to
tell us that we should get help the campaign volunteers pack for the convention.
A truck arrived and men began bringing in boxes of stuff. A ton of signs,
banners, hats, buttons, key chains and phone lists. Incredible. I've never seen
so much. Becca broke open one of the boxes and put a McCarthy for President
straw hat on her head. I have to admit, she looked cute. Craig kissed her smack
on the lips. I looked over at Ron, and he just rolled his
eyes.
Craig and Becca
invited me to wear at hat or a button as well, but I didn't want to because that
would be stealing. I especially didn't want to do it in front of Ron. But then
he came over and planted a hat on my head and smiled. "I guess it would be
presumptuous to kiss you on the lips, wouldn't it?"
It would've been,
but I didn't tell him that. I smiled because I didn't know what else to
say.
The boxes are headed
toward Chicago. From what Craig told us, they were supposed to go there directly
but someone checked the wrong box off on an order form. So they arrived here.
Trucks will be coming by tomorrow to pick them up. It seems like a giant waste
of money, something the campaign can't afford to do.
Everyone is bitter
about George McGovern entering the race. Ron says that The Senator is very angry
over it. I don't blame him. Just who does George McGovern think he is anyway? He
didn't run in the primaries, and he certainly could have. All he is doing is
helping The Hump. His entry into the race is going to split the anti-war vote.
But since George is only thinking about his own ego, he doesn't care about that.
He actually thinks that he is going to fill the shoes of Bobby Kennedy. He can't
even spit shine that man's shoes! Talk about presumptuous!
