Cleveland
There are worse fates than covering a Republican convention, but damned if I can think of any. The traffic is ungodly. The frumpy delegates look like they were tailored by Betsy Ross. The protesters smell like old cheese stored in a used sweat sock. And in the unlikely event you stumble upon an untold story, rest assured it will have been tweeted six ways to Sunday before you can even turn on your laptop.
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