“I spoke to many people. One woman, whom I had met recently in Warrenton, Virginia, showed me that he had signed his name on a Ron Paul sign she had brought. She was going to have it framed. A little girl showed me where he had signed his name the shoulder of her T-shirt. I bet that shirt will never be washed. Someone asked me if I was a ‘granny warrior,’ I said no, but I am a grandma who likes Ron Paul. Another woman I had met only once went out of her way to say ‘hello.’ She remembered my face — Ron Paul people are like that. I spoke to a young man who was sitting on the grass next to a baby stroller. I pointed to the ‘purple heart’ on his cap and mouthed ‘for real?’ He said yes. We talked. He had returned from Iraq, and showed my where the bullet had entered and left his arm. He had been sent to Walter Reed for treatment, and thought he would be returning to Iraq soon.” (04/21/08)