A dream has come true

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Many years ago, I saw a newsreel of presidential candidates walking the snow-filled streets around New Hampshire, greeting voters in diners, grocery stores, and barbershops.

I was a child then, and the candidates may have been Nelson Rockefeller and Barry Goldwater, but I still remember deciding at that time, that I would one day experience the New Hampshire primary, which every four years is the first primary in the nation.

56 years later it has finally happened.

I'm in Concord, the capital of New Hampshire, the candidates are here, the snow is everywhere and I'm not just a bystander to all the political debates - I'm thrown right into the action, as I'm here working as a volunteer in the Bernie Sanders campaign.

In Concord, we're probably 20 or 30 activists, who walk the streets, knock on doors, distribute flyers, and try to persuade the voters.



This has been a dream come true - and not only am I working for the Democrats in what probably will be the most important US election year in my lifetime

After the debacle of the Iowa caucus,  where the votes never seem to be fully counted, this could very well be the last time ever, when the small and rather insignificant states of  Iowa and New Hampshire are allowed to start the presidential campaigns.


The only drawback of coming to New Hampshire these many years later than the newsreel I watched in my childhood: The candidates are hardly ever to be seen in the wild, as in the old days, when they were walking around and greeting the voters that they happened to bump into on the streets.



These days the candidates  are cushioned by massive security and they are mainly performing at rallies, and in front of TV cameras. 

Why use your time addressing the single voter on the street, when a good sound byte can reach thousands?




PS
No rule without exception: You do find the candidate Vermin Superior all over the place. He's been campaigning in every presidential campaign for the last many years.

Easily recognizable by wearing a rubber boot on his head, his promises are simple - if elected President of the United States, he will give a free pony to every American.

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