The train
station was nothing to brag about in Pittsburgh. People park their cars facing either
direction no matter what side of the street they park on here. Also, it is very hilly; bridges of all styles,
sizes, and colors lunge across the Allegheny, Monongahela, and Ohio Rivers.
Campaign HQ in Pittsburgh is great. It’s a massive former bar/restaurant that we’ve
all floors of. The old bar is storage
for signs, paint, literature, and all things Obama. Booths double as cubicles for field officers. And the kitchen remains a kitchen for the
endless number of volunteers streaming through the doors to make calls, report
numbers, drop off food, or just say hello.
Today the work begins.
I’ve a three hour training this afternoon and then off to my field
office in Monroeville. My host family is
amazing. Upon arriving at 11:30 last
night, they offered food. When I said I
was fine, they quickly insisted on having a beer – I had a few with both of
them. Upon further conversation, it was
discovered their son lives five doors west of me on the very same Striver’s Row
block in Harlem.
It is such a small and wonderful world.
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