By Max Pizarro | January 28, 2020, 12:51 pm | in
City Confidential
WILDWOOD – She never made it here from Philly.
If she did, she confessed, it was a long time ago, a vague memory, and now, as she came up against the boardwalk, her face very nearly registered bug-eyed disbelief at the sight of the sea.
There’s an
ocean
here.
She didn’t say it.
The body language in the knife-sawing cold off the beach told the story.
She was in Wildwood for one reason.
“Trump,” the non-swimming fiercely winterized Trumpite told InsiderNJ, as she folded into the maw of bulky red phalanxes in the vicinity of the convention center.
A helicopter circled.
A man, ramrod in blue with the sea behind him, stood at the entranceway to the Wildwoods with a sign urging all able-bodied Trump backers to register to serve in the military.
No one argued.
All up and down the boardwalk vendors behind tables laid out with wares urged the frigid Trump troops to further arm themselves for the developing circus.
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