I learned the rules of Republican conventions and how the GOP works at an early age. In 1960, I was at the Chicago Stockyards for the GOP convention that was doomed to give Vice-President Nixon its presidential nomination. I was demonstrating outside the hall (my sign read, “Out the Door With Eleanor” — the pest was still with us) when I bumped into a friend who had an extra floor pass (His dad was the National Committeeman from Kansas, Ike’s home state — and he had a private railroad car to prove it). So in I went. Just outside the … Continue reading Convention Wisdom