Good news, bad news.
Well, mostly bad news but I can handle it. New plane has room for press. Less escape possibilities. I have my own space, of course. Not stupid.
Campaigning with creepy Kaine and his puritanical wife. Just have to smile. 63 more days. But who’s counting?
Cleveland sucks. And fairs have weird smells. Face hurts from the fake smiling.
More later.