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<p>WILKES-BARRE &#8212; She was so close, I could hear her breathe. I wanted to reach out and hug her, but I was afraid that might land me in jail overnight.</p><p>Susan Sarandon has always been one of my favorite people. I&#8217;ve watched her on the movie screen for years. She&#8217;s a Libra. Her birthday is two days before mine. She was Louise in &#8220;Thelma &amp; Louise.&#8221; She was in the &#8220;Rocky Horror Picture Show,&#8221; &#8220;Dead Man Walking,&#8221; &#8220;The Client,&#8221; &#8220;Bull Durham&#8221; and many more movies.</p><p>The woman in charge of media relations for the Democratic National Convention had taken care of my credentials and provided me with everything I needed to cover the convention. She would not, however, honor one request &#8212; access to the seat next to Sarandon, a Bernie Sanders delegate, in the California Delegation.</p><p>But there she was, standing no more than two feet from me at a news conference she attended with fellow actor Danny Glover on behalf of an Ohio delegate who felt she had been censored about something. Ironically, I had met that Ohio woman the night before and wrote a story on her friend, a councilwoman from Akron.</p><p>Because of this quirky twist, I got to say hello to Susan. She smiled and returned the hello. We&#8217;re now dating.</p><p>Not really, but I&#8217;m pretty sure I can craft a few stories about her to my pals. By the way, she is gorgeous.</p><p>Susan and I actually never got closer than two feet. Our relationship went no further. Perhaps she saw my swollen ankles from all the walking around Philadelphia I had done?</p><p>During my four and a half days covering the Democratic National Convention, I met interesting people and saw dazzling stars perform. I was there to witness the acceptance speech of the first woman to be nominated by a major party to run for president in U.S. history &#8212; or should that be herstory?</p><p>I met John Matthews, a state senator from South Carolina, and asked him about issues important to people in his state. He told me the three &#8220;Es&#8221; &#8212; education, economy and environment.</p><p>I then asked Matthews what he thought about the split between the Sanders delegates and the rest of the Democratic party. He told me a poignant story that illustrated the situation perfectly.</p><p>He told me about his wife, who had passed away a year ago and how, in 54 years of marriage, they had many disagreements.</p><p>&#8220;But we never had any division,&#8221; he said. &#8220;The Democratic party must settle their disagreements, and it must never be divided.&#8221;</p><p>Perfect, I thought. What a great way to describe the situation. So I included that in a story I wrote.</p><p>The next night I got on the shuttle bus to the Wells Fargo Center and met a woman from South Carolina who works at a radio station in Hilton Head. I started telling her the story Matthews had told me about disagreements and division.</p><p>The woman interrupted me and finished the story. I said, &#8220;Oh, Sen. Matthews must have told you the same story.&#8221;</p><p>Turns out she was told the same story, but not by Matthews. U.S. Rep. Jim Clyburn, who happens to live near the state senator and is a friend of Matthews, apparently told the story to the South Carolina Delegation at breakfast.</p><p>I don&#8217;t know whose story it is, but it&#8217;s a good illustration of the situation within the Democratic Party.</p><p>When Managing Editor Dotty Martin asked me on the second day of the convention to look for the woman she saw on TV clutching a mini-Hillary doll, I thought she was kidding. When I realized she was serious, I thought she was nuts. There were 50,000 people in that arena, for crying out loud. For three days I searched and, believe it or not, I bumped into probably the only person with one of those dolls.</p><p>After some intense interrogation, I learned the doll had been purchased online.</p><p>Investigative journalism at its best.</p><style>
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Beyond the Byline: ‘Hello, Susan. Can I have a hug?’