On the recordJune 9, 2011
back in the year 2000, my wife Loretta and I went to the Democratic Convention in Los Angeles, and we ran into a young college coed from Illinois. She was a student at Wesleyan University in Bloomington, IL--originally from the Twin Cities of Minnesota. At that time, her name was Sara Nelson. Sara Nelson had a class assignment to cover the convention for a weekly newspaper in Illinois. She was out there sleeping on the floor of somebody's apartment and wandering around trying to write a story for a weekly newspaper. She was a bright-smiling young woman, and Loretta and I liked her instantly. As fate would have it, we ended up on the same plane flying back to Chicago when the convention had ended. We landed at Midway late, and as Loretta and I were leaving the baggage section, we saw Sara Nelson sitting on her bag by the curb. We said: Sara, where are you going? She said: I missed my bus down to Bloomington--which is a little over 100 miles away--and I have to wait for one that will come later tonight. I said: You're in luck because Loretta and I are driving down there. Get in the car. She hopped in the car with us, and we drove down to Bloomington. During the course of the trip, we got to know her and liked her even more. She told us how much she loved politics and government and that she was soon going to graduate from Illinois Wesleyan University. So I said: Why don't you call me sometime. Maybe you can be an intern in my office. She agreed.…





