I’m at the Plymouth Waterfront Festival working on the ground campaign of a Massachusetts ballot initiative. I have worked on many campaigns, but until now, always from behind a desk. This is my first hands-on experience with grassroots.
The air is filled with the smell of fried dough and the sound of buzzing generators from neighboring booths. I’m wearing a campaign t-shirt two sizes too big and Plymouth Bay is kicking up a wind that liberates our campaign materials unless we use heavy stones from the shore as paperweights.
Before me is a potential voter with arms crossed, her full attention on yours truly. “All right,” she says, “convince me.”