Dance, dance, revolution.
When Hillary Clinton released her delegates, Obama officially became the Democratic candidate and “Love Train” boomed through the convention hall, no one got down more exuberantly than South Carolina.
The hugely grinning delegation, with linked hands high in the air, jived and jiggled and swayed. Delegate Bridget Tripp couldn’t even stop when the music did.
“We worked so hard. We were the turning point in this campaign,” she said as she bounced up and down. “Now, we’re going to dance all the way to Nov. 4 and right on to the White House.”
A cliffhanger in a hoodie.
Alaska delegates are bundled in parkas in their space on the floor of the convention center. They came to the relatively tropical state of Colorado wearing the traditional Alaskan jackets. Actually, they are called “kuspuks” in Alaska.
Alaska’s most famous kuspuk designer, Laura Wright, made the white hooded jackets, decorated with rick-rack and silvery ribbon. They were made of cotton for Colorado, but at home they would be fur.
The jackets were a unifying garment in a delegation that struggled to come together on a nominee.
Patty Higgins, chairwoman of the Alaska delegation, said with thankfulness when it was over, “It was the most complicated thing I’ve ever had to deal with, except for the last Harry Potter book.”
Are you ready, boots?
Iowa delegate Jacob Krapl might have had the most well-worn footwear in the Pepsi Center. Krapl, a 24-year-old veteran, student and farmer from New Vienna, was wearing his dust-colored Iraq combat boots to make a statement about the Iraq war — a war he believes is a huge mistake.
