Between this and Boston being in the spotlight this week, it's time for a story:
In early 1976, i was working for a Boston radio station, producing commercials and comedy blackouts for the jocks, reading the news if i was around during drive time and doing a little actual reporting when they let me. There were 13 candidates for the Democratic presidential nomination and one of them, SC Gov Terry Sanford, had a heart attack in Salem. ABC called my station, their affiliate, and asked if they had anyone who could get out to Salem. "Our
news guy lives there!". They called me and asked if i would string it and the 1st electronic media report on Sanford's coronary was li'l ol' me. They gave me a national press credential for my trouble and the station gave me carte blanche, more or less.
Worked that free pass like a ho. Ballgames (got in the pressbox for MNF's first game @ Schaefer Stadium, all of us shooting spitballs @ Cosell & ####), concerts, the presidential press train, Bicentennial #### in 3 cities, Princess Anne's cotillions when she came over to qualify for the Olympic equestrian team (aristocratic British ##### is epic & twisted, btw), Montreal Olympics (Comenici, Sugar Ray, Mick & Bianca at the closings), everything - BigMedia credentials were huuuuge in those days.
The strangest event of all, though, was a campaign rally. Champion racist George Wallace was one of the 12 remaining Dem Prez candidates and a rally in Southie (Boston was amidst the busing controversy that galvanized their rep as a racist town) that winter had been riotously successful. His next appearance, close to the primary, was at Boston's biggest concert hall and the security was unprecendented. Little ol me (i looked like the Lion of Oz and dressed like a rockstar in those days) sailed right through with my Big Ticket, a lot of legit reporters did not.
I was treated to lessons in hubris, celebrity and public hysteria that formed my personal outlook like few things have. Wheeled out by more attendants than James Brown to plexiglass screening never before seen, Wallace held the audience of 5000 hard-hatted (literally), red-faced, decent workin' folk in the palm of his hand and caressed them with n-hatin' love and wisdom with a power & presence i've only seen equalled by Prince and Zero Mostel. Most memorably he told them, in so many words, "Let all the know-it-alls ('elite' wasn't a noun yet) do what they will - i'm the only guy as stupid as you and, with your help, i'll go to Washington, remain stupid to every aspect of progress them ungrateful pointyheads will throw at us, protect wilful oblivion with my every breath and fulfill your dreams of America just for us peckowoods!" *crowd goes wild* He coulda wheeled himself into Roxbury right there and every manjack of that audience would have followed him and broke the last 43 darkie necks in Boston just for Gov Wallace's viewing pleasure. I'm not kidding.
Why did hardhats vote for Trump? Same message, this time not from a cracker politician, but a self-made (

) man from their kind. Trump never worried me. America does....