Shadowing My Gregarious GOP Grandma at the Republican National Convention
I’m a conflicted conservative who could never vote Trump. She’s a diehard delegate who would do anything for the cause. She had four days to try to convert me.
Photos by Sarah Blesener
“The Republicans sure know how to throw a party, don’t they?” my grandfather asked me on our first night out in Cleveland.
“No kidding,” I shouted back over the band – a group from San Diego playing “Sweet Home Alabama” at a function hosted by delegations from Mississippi and Wisconsin.