California Feeling the Bern for All the Right Reasons

It turns out Ms. Zamorano has connections.  After years living with my husband and his constant questioning of authority and breaking rules because his father is a retired cop I knew that whatever it took no matter how long the line was I had to get into the event or bribe my way in.  (I know its not exactly what the Bernie Sanders campaign would authorize but seriously I drove all the way from Pasadena to Santa Monica at four pm  during traffic.  I was getting in even with the first hand knowledge of a two mile long line.)

My husband said, “Park the car here and I’ll see you inside.”

I gathered my gear and forgetting my water behind in the car something I regretted immediately as he sped away to find the entrance for the journalists.  I spotted a policeman at the front of the gate and asked him where the entrance parking for the news crews and he immediately took a call on his walkie.  I stood at the entrance now looking like I belonged.  A secret that my husband taught me years ago.  Look like you’re suppose to be here and you are.

IMG_485740567I eventually made my way through the long maze of a line to get into the stadium.  Used the public bathrooms early and almost lost my phone right below.  Yuck.  That was a close one.

I entered the stadium.  My first Bernie Sanders just then  a text from “my number one husband” that I had a press pass waiting for me.  Yes.  I was reporting and I walked away with quite the scoop.

Bernie continues to change the course of the conversation to envision a country that invests in our future.  He faces a ton of opposition but the revolution has begun.

Come on California we can make a difference June 7th!

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