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“Have you heard how many we’re at?” Sam asked again.
“My phone has been going off nonstop,” I said, pulling it out of my back pocket. “Reports of how many voter registrations people have at each event around the city and then field updates on totals. Looks like we’re close. Maybe a few hundred from our goal.”
“Not bad.”
It wasn’t.
On any normal day, asking for more several thousand voter registrations would be insane. But with so many people out for the Fourth of July and all the festivities around the city, making them easily accessible, it might actually happen.
It was crazy that we were even out here.
“Boots on the ground,” as Shawn had said.
This was the kind of work Sam and I had done on the campaign in Madison. Field work was the most tiring and also the most rewardi
