The Conservative? continued…

A few days later, we were back at the campaign office. The late spring sun was going down. It had been a good day. People had started to recognize me and were now eager to talk when we knocked on their doors or passed them on the street. The campaign momentum was building. Also, contraryContinue reading “The Conservative? continued…”

The Conservative? continued.

Two days later I sat in a hospital bed hooked to an IV, my left side bandaged from the gun shot, and had perhaps the strangest conversation of my life. “No, No, absolutely not, I can’t do it,” I said “Oh, come on… you have to consider it. You’re perfect. The party needs a strong candidate with ties toContinue reading “The Conservative? continued.”