Horse Race ‘08
In a previous career life, I wrote speeches for, among other politicians, a former presidential candidate. The job came with its own myriad of accepted behavior (read: chatting in glib, coffee-run fashion, cluttering shared space with pun-inspired posters, and harboring a range of deeply tortured office supplies). And while I’ve since essentially gone cold turkey (the only way to really break free), I can’t help but sometimes look over the shoulder of those who are thickly embedded in the trenches:
Photos by marcn, cherylefrancis and fetching.
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