July 17th Morning: We decided that we’re not going to travel on any Interstates. “It’s a waste of time. You can’t campaign on a freeway,” Glenda said. She also grilled me about my strategy of attacking Ohio. I shrugged, “I don’t want to spend too much time in one place and I want to get the word out. Other than that, I haven’t given it too much thought.” As she continued planning, I contemplated the complications.
We secured a cardboard sign on the Harley’s sissy bar that read, “Robert 08,” (Drop us a line if you’ve seen Robert on the road. Tell us where and when, Added by Campaign Staff) before hitting the road. After a brief stop at an Eremont C-store, where, after introducing myself, I garnered an annoyed expression and a curt, “that’s nice.” We pushed for Sandusky. We pulled into town and stopped at Camp Street Bar. We introduced ourselves to an elderly customer who introduced himself as Stu. Despite a hearing aid in each ear, he couldn’t hear every other word. He announced to us three times that he drove a city bus for thirty years and that he remembered me as a quiet kid who used to ride his route to school. The bartender was about as receptive and we skipped out and trolled the streets till we came to Vicki’s, where we ponied up to the bar in the midst of the lunch crowd. Despite being somewhat busy the bartender listened to my spiel. Biscuit, the bartender spread the word of a presidential candidate’s presence and a couple curious souls ventured my way.
The one topic I despise arose: abortion. I kept it simple; despite anyone’s religious or moral beliefs it is up to the individual. The government has no right to interfere in the bedroom and the results of such action. Luckily, the curious souls agreed and the conversation didn’t digress into useless debate.
Afternoon: After Vicki’s we departed Sandusky and after a quick pit stop in Brunswick we made another campaign stop in Warren, a small city fifteen miles from Pennsylvania. Warren is the home of Dave Grohl of Nirvana and Foo Fighter fame. It also home to a laundry list of current and past NFL stars. Glenda drove up and down the streets before parking in front of Guido’s Wonder Bar and Grill.
Evening: After a few hours of stumping in Guido’s we got on the road. I was anxious to move on; I shook enough hands in Ohio and wanted to get into Pennsylvania, even though I was planning on cutting through its Northwest corner and taking on New York State. At dusk we crossed into Pennsylvania and shortly after pulled into Pymatuning State Park and set up camp. I built a campfire and switched my attention from the campaign to Glenda, and why she wants to help Don Quixote tilt windmills? She grinned, firelight dancing upon her pale skin.
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