It was a different era, of course. Sure, we had phone banks and GOTV and precinct captains and targeted precincts and drivers to get little old ladies to the polls. But there was no internet, so no frantically checking Fivethirtyeight and RealClearPolitics dozens of times a day to keep up with the latest polls. There were a lot fewer polls, too. We got our information from our campaign director's daily phone calls with Washington, and I'm sure they were spinning it to keep us from jumping ship.
I wonder, then, if those local organizers for the McCain campaign really think he's going to win, if they believe they know something nobody else does, and that there's no way their hard work can be for nought.
(Some good things came out of that campaign: that's where I met B, and we've been friends ever since, and that's where I learned most of what I know about campaigns, which has come in handy every time I've walked into an understaffed campaign office. And we did win our district, though of course that had as much to do with demographics as with our hard work, though I like to think our hard work helped.)