Using the train to campaign meant stopping where you could be seen, preferably out in the open. The special thing about how we were doing it was that we hadn’t done a lot of publicity leading up to this particular dog and pony show. The reasons for this lack were good, but it meant that, at least at the first few stops, there might be no reason to stop. Both of these things meant that we weren’t going into the train station so much as pulling up, getting out, and stretching our legs, while casually looking around for people to impress and being shocked, just shocked, if there were people there to press the flesh in an impromptu manner. Richmond had a nice station, and, thankfully, an area where we could indeed stop and get out that left us outside but not overwhelmingly exposed. We exited from the cars we were in—the crowd, such as it was, wasn’t large enough to have Armstrong and Jeff bother to campaign from the caboose.
