I wandered around trying to soak it all in. The colors, the lights, the cheering crowd, the Coal Miner’s Daughter … it was electrifying. Soon everything got kicked up a notch. The candidate must have arrived, I thought. I remember a policeman came up to me and told me to move along. Soon I found myself standing at the top of an escalator. No crowds, no police, no security. I just stood there watching the empty stairs come up and disappear into the floor in front of me.
And then it happened. I looked below and the floor was all of a sudden filled with people. All in dark suits and ties. And there, right in the middle of it all, was a giant man in a blazing white suit and a white cowboy hat. His wife, in a blue and white cowgirl dress with a black bolo tie, walked hand-in-hand with him. They stepped onto the escalator and slowly rose up, and up and up right to me.
The man was handsome and tanned and seemed to be huge. He and his wife were the only two on the escalator, sharing the same step, as I recall. I looked around and there was not a single person at the top of the escalator but me.
When the couple got to the top of the stairs, the giant man in the cowboy hat gently helped his wife get off and then he stepped off right in front of me. They paused, looked around and stretched their hands out in greeting to me. I was dumbfounded. The man’s white teeth gleamed like in toothpaste commercial. The tiny lady next to him seemed to disappear in his shadow. His hands were large with long, graceful fingers.
“Hi ya, Big Fella. I’m Ronald Reagan and I’m running for president. And this here is Nancy.”