My first and only convention until now is a bittersweet memory. I had campaigned for several weeks on behalf of the Governor from Arkansas in 1992. I was elated when my name was placed on the Maryland ballot and when I was subsequently selected as a "Clinton" Delegate. The convention was in New York and most of the Maryland delegation took the same chartered to bus to the Big Apple. On the way, we had a flat tire, but none of our spirits were diminished as we waited on the side of the road, because we knew we were on a special mission.
Arriving a half day late in New York, we attended three days of meetings, receptions, dinners lunches and brunches. We visited Harlem, the twin towers and Lady Liberty. On the afternoon before the evening when I was to cast my historic vote, word came from Baltimore that my father had died. Torn between my historic mission and family duties, I left New York to be with my brother and sisters. I watched on television as William Jefferson Clinton accepted his party's nomination.
This year I campaigned in five states for Senator Obama, needless to say that terms like "historic vote" or ""special mission" fail to describe what this campaign, this movement means to me.
