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From that moment on, our summer was dedicated to the national convention. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it—the convention was in Milwaukee in the middle of July. Which meant that our entire office and as many volunteers as we could muster were supposed to drive into Milwaukee to be part of the process and fill seats.
I loved campaigns. From the outside, it might look frustrating. But from the inside, it was packaging a candidate into a believable platform and selling them to people like any other household product. It was taking something I believed in and making it consumable for others. People were twice as likely to vote every time they talked to someone about who they were going to vote for. They were even more likely to vote if someone knocked on t
