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.
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!