Another sweltering day, but one hard-won nugget. One elederly woman in a tiny apartment on Utica Ave remembered voting for Holtzman. She didn't remember anything odd about the campaign, didn't recall any particular advertising or literature that convinced her. But she had that puzzled expression as she was trying to recall, and, when probed, admitted that she just "had a feeling" that she should vote against the incumbent.
Feelings never just happen. It's not much to go on, but it's a clue.
Feelings never just happen. It's not much to go on, but it's a clue.
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