I’m now remembering, not very fondly, how much of going to a national convention is pure rigamarole. Every morning I need to get into town, find a legit parking spot, get on the light rail, get my press credentials or tickets for that day’s events — a fair amount of goat rodeo before you actually talk to anyone about anything relevant.
That being said, Charlotte’s a lovely city; I’ve come here twice before to sing, and enjoyed it. It’s got a fairly compact, walkable downtown (called “Uptown”), a cute little light rail system and nifty shoppes just southwest of Uptown. The entire downtown is taken up with convention hullabaloo; streets are jammed with folks of ethnic and age diversity. Frankly I’m a little disappointed that there aren’t more gigantic Uncle Sam hats and general Americaphernalia; on the other hand, there is boocoos of Obamaphernalia. There are gory anti-abortion ad trucks circling the downtown, and there was another ad truck covered with “Democrats: Where socialism and corruption come together”, or somesuch teapartyisms.
I’m now blogging from “thePPL”, which is a para-convention spot to sit down, charge devices, blog, drink coffee and whatnot. It’s entirely acceptable, if not glam.
Let me know some angles you’d like me to pursue. What are your priorities? What would you like to know? I’m in pursuit of some targets — can’t disclose just yet. Be in touch!