This gentleman interviewed me at the DNC Convention. He also interviewed a bunch of others, and attended a far more diverse schedule of events than we delegates could. A well written overview, featuring me, which is of course, the best part.
My brother dropped me off at the Pittsburgh Greyhound Station an hour before sunrise. The last time I rode the hound in the late 90s, the station at the corner of 10th and Liberty was drab and dirty and poorly lit and depressing, a murder scene from a gritty crime drama. Now it has flat-screen TVs, lots of places to sit, fluorescent lights, air conditioning, no smoking, well-stocked vending machines, Wi-Fi, and it’s mostly clean.
But the Greyhound riders are the same. The occasional old dude with all his belongings in cardboard box who looks like he just got out of prison is still there, and the rail-thin tweaker lady who is about to go nuclear because she misplaced her keys is still there. But most Greyhound riders are just average, broke Americans who can’t afford to fly: a mixed crowd of poor folks of all…
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