Above: one of my hand-painted signs next to a commercial one. The man on the left was the coordinator of all the phone banks, Art Bernardino, a great guy. Before he retired he was a court administrator in Virginia. His wife was a prosecutor there and he said she could switch from her normal Brooklyn accent to a southern accent any time she was pleading her case in court.
The last few weeks of the campaign were quite frenzied for me. Lots of driving into Gilbert to the office, making phone calls, going canvassing. There were also two weekends away: Halloween weekend in Jerome, and the Berkeley tea/books for Africa weekend. It's been a week since the election and I still feel "totally fried".
In the photo below, Sandy and Andy are assembling the ramp to carry up the books into the storage unit Sandy rented.
Above, a sign in Berkeley. As Hillary had California "in the bag" there were no presidential candidate posters. But supporters of the different propositions were using Trump's face to make their point.
The last day, we had more phone-bankers than ever, including this nine-year old boy whom Art is shown training.
Early the morning of election day, I installed signs on each freeway exit in time for the morning rush hour traffic to see them.
Sunday evening Dale Sr. and I attended a memorial service for Jane Hilton, a wonderful woman whom I'd spent five days in Mexico with, she went down with Ann and I. I had known that she was a cancer survivor, but had not known that it came back with a vengeance this year.
Jane was only 41 when she died, but she had played violin with so many musicians in the valley, mostly Irish music and classical music. They all came to play at the memorial.
Dale and I stayed in a motel near the Irish Cultural Center. This is us having breakfast the next day at the Breakfast Club, on the second-floor patio of the Palomar Hotel.
Love, Lennie
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