Some of the best conversations I’ve had here have taken place on the light rail train going to and from downtown. Last night I chatted with Barb, a convention volunteer from Highlands Ranch, where I’m staying. She’s been working since June to ensure the credentials for everyone work correctly. The passes are deceptively high-tech — they look simple enough, but they’re embedded with a microchip and other security features. When you pass through the checkpoint at Pepsi Center, officers scan the chip with a reader that gives you the green light (or not). Barb said she and other volunteers had to hand check 100,000 credentials to make sure none of them had any techno-glitches. That’s one tedious, behind-the-scenes task that never would have occurred to me.
Barb was also very excited to show me her newly-painted toenails:
Yep, those are tiny Obama logos! She was hoping to start a trend. I promised her at the very least, her feet would be famous in Charlottesville.
Coverage of convention speechifyin’ to come. The danged thing ended very abruptly after Michelle spoke last night.
