Street Cred

These are the hands of the man who has made it possible for me to sit in the arena every night. In these hands he is holding envelopes containing lots of people's credentials for tonight. I pick mine up every morning between 10 and noon, and never really know until the very last minute if they will come through or not. A stylish young woman who flew in from California just to hear the President speak in the stadium sat down next to me at the women's caucus. After asking about the Wi-Fi status of the ballroom, she asked whether I could somehow score her credentials for tonight. Alas, there is nothing I can do. Now that I've got a decent pass dangling from my neck, I have nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. 

This is what the stadium community credential looked like. Because the speech has been moved to the arena, it is only memorabilia. If it doesn't rain and thunder and lightning at some time today, there are going to be a LOT of Obama people -- donors and campaign officials -- shaking their fists at the sky. The last thing they wanted to do was turn away 60,000 people. Right now it's partly sunny.

 

 

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