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July 7, 2019 — We don’t get a lot of earthquakes in Jersey. A few years ago I felt a weird bumping on Sherman Avenue that turned out to be part of a small tremor in what some people call Central Jersey. But a genuine, room-shaking, “holy crap what the hell was that” tremor was a new one for me.We were starting an edit in my 13th floor hotel room when I felt a rolling shake, sort of like a subway car passing under the theater. Thinking that my hotel — which frankly has seen better days — was about to collapse, I stood up (like that was gonna help) and looked around the room.“What the hell,” I exclaimed to my photographer Brendan Smyth, whose quizzical look was also no help at all. The shaking lasted maybe 30 seconds.When the room did not begin to pancake on top of the 12 floors beneath me I realized it was an earthquake. In fact, a 6.4 magnitude earthquake in Southern California, about 250 miles west, had just hit.It was my first earthquake (Brendan’s too) and I’m sure neither of us followed whatever the proper protocols are for earthquake survival.

I tried to shoot some video on my phone but did the ol’ pause instead of record so I have no record of the hangers rattling in the closet or our stunned faces when we realized what had just happened.We were on deadline, and it was already mid-afternoon in Jersey. We were both OK. It wasn’t the end of the world; it was just Thursday morning on the Booker Beat. — David Cruz. June 3, 2019 — Ready to board a cross-country flight back to Newark. Just a few notes from this most recent road trip.Wow.

The desert is quiet. I mean like, “this is the perfect sound studio” quiet. Turning off the road in the Mojave Desert, getting out of the car and just listening to the blanket of silence is pretty damn amazing. The Joshua trees, all majestic and craggy. The sky, a rich deep blue, dotted by cumulus clouds.

A lizard looks back at us as if we’re uninvited guests in his living room and darts away. I think it was a good idea to drive from Las Vegas to San Francisco.That time Yosemite blew my mind. If you’ve never been or, like me, never really expected to want to go, you really need to think again. I now know why some people get all profound about nature. When you’re dwarfed by every tree around you and mountains seem to pop up from the ground at every turn, you can get very high.

And you can realize how infinitesimal you are. Muir Woods, half an hour from downtown San Francisco. Why would you not ride your bike there every day?

Redwoods that echo the centuries, outlasting dinosaurs, and, most probably, us. (Profound, I know.)I do not have a driver’s license, so I speak only as a passenger, but driving the country — crisscrossing Iowa three or four times and clocking 600 miles from Nevada to California — is something anyone running for president should do.Being American really is a thing.

We experienced the great panoply — from the Caucasianest rural Iowans to the most colorful people on the streets of the Mission District in SF. We do come at it from different angles but seeing us all in a compressed 13-day span actually gave me some hope that we can survive these most toxic of times. (Power to the people, man.)Lastly, as probably the only press outlet dedicating this much time to one campaign, I can report with some certainty that — even with poll numbers still in single digits — this was a good two weeks for Booker.

It started with good crowds in Iowa and ended with two speeches in San Francisco that resonated with important audiences. If media mentions mean anything, Booker for sure got his fair share. Now it’s on to the first debate and an opportunity to have a breakout moment.

It’s only June but those early runs can pay big dividends in the late innings.The senator’s in South Carolina and Iowa over the next two weeks. I'll rest up a bit, but I think I’m getting the hang of this. Back on the Booker Beat soon. — David Cruz. May 26, 2019 — I have been known to lose, drop, and break equipment. I confess: microphones, cell phones, digital audio recorders, you name it, I’ve misplaced or broken it. It’s been a while, though, since I’ve damaged or misplaced any company equipment.

But yesterday proved that I can still pull some bone-headed plays.Historic downtown Burlington, Iowa was buzzing with the excitement of the annual Snake Alley Criterium, a physically demanding bike race that includes multiple trips up Snake Alley, a crooked 200-foot-elevation stretch of street that gives the race its name.Exhausted by the three-block walk through this excitement we quickly found the Bent River Brewing Company — a former JC Penney with soaring ceilings, wood detail everywhere, a mezzanine and balcony that’s been converted into a craft beer pub. After a delicious lunch, we hit the road to Muscatine, roughly 50 miles north, where Sen. Cory Booker was scheduled to tour areas affected by recent flooding. (Muscatine sits on the banks of the Mississippi River.)The event was a bit of a dud, in terms of visible flood damage and, for us, did not last very long. It was after dinner when I realized that my credit card, which gets a workout on the road, was not in my wallet. Thankfully, the folks at the Bent River Brewing Company still had it. We were five minutes from our hotel in Muscatine but, facing a long drive the following morning, we decided another hour-long drive at the end of the day beat an hour-long drive to begin the following day.As we headed south to Burlington, a huge electrical storm was bearing east.

Our crude calculations suggested we’d meet the storm in Burlington. We were slightly off. By the time we reached Burlington, grabbed my card and began our trek back, night had fallen.With the NBA Eastern Conference Finals as our musical backdrop we (I say “we” but mean Brendan Smyth, our photographer/editor) drove for an hour under relentlessly volatile skies, mostly in silence punctuated by an occasional “Holy crap!” (and worse). We don’t usually get this kind of fireworks display with our storms back home.

Then the rain came. Big drops, falling hard, followed by gusty winds that pushed and pulled on our vehicle.

(I’m told these are not optimum driving conditions.)Then, as we entered the Muscatine city limits, quiet. Streets, bone dry. Skies, only partly cloudy. It was as if the crazy storm we had just driven through had never happened. Even the car was dry. At the front desk of the AmericInn, off US-61, the front desk clerk was surprised when I recounted our harrowing drive.“Was there a storm?” she asked absently as she checked me in. “We didn't get any rain or anything.”“It was a little hairy,” I responded.“It couldn't have been that bad.

Just a little lightning,” she said. “We just missed a tornado yesterday. It’s just summer.”As I dropped my bags in my room and plopped down on my bed, exhausted, I asked myself “Was it all a dream?”Nah, just the start of summer in Iowa.

— David Cruz. April 27, 2019 — Two weeks can seem like a lifetime, until they fly by like billboards on a highway.You're at Newark Airport and then, suddenly, you're flying and driving and driving and flying through Omaha, Sergeant Bluff, Carroll, Nevada (the city), Minden, Des Moines, Sioux City, Atlanta, Salt Lake City, Reno, Los Angeles, Houston, Spartanburg, Union (not the one in Jersey), Manning, Columbia, and Charleston.I can understand why someone would wanna be president, I'm just not sure why someone would wanna actually run for president. It is grueling and repetitive; flying sucks, and hotels can vary dramatically in quality. It isn't always easy to get a good meal, let along quality coffee, and if you're trying to get some regular exercise in, forget that. In a couple of hotels there were 'fitness centers' but try hitting the treadmill when schools in the National Association of Intercollegiate Athletics volleyball championships are staying there, too.

A man has to keep his dignity.But for anyone in the journalism game, it's a trip you don't pass up. In many ways it was the most exhilarating thing I've ever done.

Meeting total strangers (from strange lands) and talking to them about their politics and their thoughts about where we are as a nation, and who might be able to change things for the better. Explaining who the hell Cory Booker is.

(Maybe one in 10 had heard of him.) And convincing people that no one from Jersey ever says “Joisey.”Watching a campaign in its infancy, struggling to gain its footing, hearing a dramatic, expertly delivered stump speech so many times that you almost have it memorized yourself. Running into the candidate at airports and sometimes three rows ahead of you on the same plane. Kibitzing and then, two hours later, elbowing your way into the gaggle and grilling him on charter schools and lead in the water back home, political strategy, and his low standing in the polls. I don't know if Booker is going to be able to come out on top in a field of 20. Nobody I know expects him to. But he is indefatigable.

And will not only pose for selfies for an hour but now sends personal messages to your boyfriend who couldn't make the event. (Of course, the campaign tracks all that stuff, but, for the faithful, it's a pretty cool thing.)There are months and months to go before the Iowa caucuses, but, you watch, it's gonna fly by, and before you know it, Election Day will be upon us. April 25, 2019 — Outside the Granville M.

Sawyer Auditorium on the campus of Texas Southern University in Houston about 1,000 or so mostly young women of color waited in line under drizzly skies to get into the She the People Presidential Forum. April 20, 2019 — It’s a big world. And even with the penetration of cable and internet and such, some people can still be oblivious to all the stuff swirling around them. I’m following Sen.

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Cory Booker around the country as he makes a run for the Democratic nomination for president. I’ve been covering the senator since he was a thorn-in-the-side Newark councilman. At this point, to me and the people of New Jersey, he’s pretty much a household name. He’s got a gazillion social-media followers, so we assumed he’d be a well-known figure everywhere we went. Guess again, New Jersey, you ain’t the center of the world.In a roadside convenience store between Sergeant Bluff and Des Moines, Iowa, the woman at the cash register (let’s call her Mabel) asks what I’m doing in Iowa. “I’m covering the Booker campaign,” I say, almost proudly (because I’m a journalist on a cross-country trip, dammit.)“What’s that?” she asks.“He’s the senator from New Jersey running for president,” I reply.Rather than an “Oh, that guy,” I get “Never heard of him.”“Is he a Democrat?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say.“Well, that’s probably why I never heard of him.”I take my change and grab my spicy beef links and cheese curds. “Well, have a nice day,” I suggest. Mabel does not respond.

“Hey lady, I'm just covering the guy,” I think to myself.Of the five or so Iowans I encountered not at Booker events, just one suggested that they know Booker. “He’s the gay one, right?” No, ma’am, that’s Pete Buttigieg. “Oh, well he seems nice.”The Cowboy’s Cafe, off Highway 395 North, in Minden, Nevada, is a surprisingly welcoming spot where locals recommend the blueberry buckwheat pancake sandwich. I say “welcoming” because there are all sorts of firearms hanging on the walls and a variety of ammunition arranged in a spiffy glass case just behind our table.

Guns are not so big in Jersey as they are here. (Legal ones, anyway.)Our waitress, Cristol, is the very definition of Nevada nice. (That’s a thing, right?) She tells us all about the Sierra Nevada mountain range and a few other places of interest in nearby California. She’s curious about why we’re here, and I tell her.

“Oh, I just read that in the newspaper,” she replies. “Is he any good?”I mean, he’s a nice guy, but is it for me to say if he’s “any good?” I explain that he’s a nice enough fella but that there are 18 people running for the nomination.“I know, right!” she exclaims.She admits to not knowing much about Booker. She’s heard of Biden (“He’s the one with the hands”) and Bernie (“the crazy old guy”). And she admits her family voted for Trump last time but adds that she made a mistake. “I think he’s a jerk,” she says. “Maybe I’ll vote for Booker.”I tell her he’s holding a “Conversations with Cory” event just on the other side of the highway, in case she wants to stop by.“Ha, I don’t think so,” she replies. “I'm probably gonna have to work a double.

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Besides, I hate politics.” — David Cruz. April 18, 2019 — Tossed around on the flight from Atlanta to Reno is no way travel, I can tell you that. Rough skies out west made an already packed cabin even more uncomfortable. Probably shouldn’t have gone down that rabbit hole of YouTube videos on Craziest Plane Landings last week.I’m not a great flyer. It’s all like a commuter van to me, except at 30,000 feet.

(Even in first class, in which I am, I assure you, not.)But, I’m not complaining. It’s been an adventure. My first presidential campaign embed.

You really do get to know the candidate this way.Walking into the bathroom at the airport in Atlanta I hear someone shout “Cruuuuuz!” Not knowing anyone in the city, I assume it’s one of my myriad southern-state fans (of which there are legion). I turn to see Cory Booker smiling goofily and toting an overstuffed backpack.“What are you up to?” he asks.

“Following you, man,” I reply. “I see that,” he says and whisks away. (He’s running behind. Shocker.)That’s not even my first Cory Booker bathroom story. Maybe later this week I’ll share the famous bathroom confrontation video from the 2012 DNC convention.Anyway, as I said, we just flew in from Atlanta. But our connection to Reno (after a 90-minute layover in Salt Lake City) has been delayed. And then delayed again.

“The captain has asked for the maintenance crew, so our delay’s going to be a little longer,” says the nice woman over the PA system.Maintenance crew? Can we just walk to Reno from here? — David Cruz. April 16, 2019 — It’s Day One of Senator Cory Booker’s “Justice for All” tour and it’s also Tax Day. Booker focuses on his economic justice and his “Rise Credit” tax plan, which extends the earned income tax credit to the benefit of what the campaign says will be 15 million Americans lifted out of poverty. He pitches an increase in capital gains tax and reversing the Trump corporate tax cuts.Booker — whose mother was the “daughter of Iowans” — gives a convincing (to Democrats) talk on his economic vision of uplifting the poor and middle class, but before too long he switches gears to talk about his favorite topic: love. He defends his love strategy and makes it not about a naive idea that love makes the world go round.

Instead, he imbues his idea of love with toughness and power, not weakness. He sells love as an antidote to the laziness and lack of creativity of hate.It’s nuanced and it’s delivered with a passion that builds, and, while some of us who have seen him speak for years, know where this is going, he crescendos with his story about visiting the Lorraine Motel in Memphis and reading the quote that’s inscribed on the site of MLK’s assassination: “Here cometh the dreamer; let us slay him and we shall see what becomes of his dreams.”For this mostly white crowd, that landed like a gut punch.

Several people were visibly moved by it. Halimbawa ng maikling kwento sa singapore. Booker grabbed them and shook them with a challenge to dream together, etc. He’s done this a hundred times before, but it was new to this crowd and, as a close, it was hard to beat.

It ended in a standing ovation and a lovefest of selfies and hugs that felt a little like that period after church when the minister greets everybody as they’re leaving. Instead of “See you next Sunday,” he reminds the congregants that they can sign a commitment to caucus for him in February. — David Cruz. April 15, 2019 — Whoever thought embedding with a presidential campaign would be a good idea? Sure, follow the guy on his first major tour of the country.

Start Saturday with a livestream of Sen. Cory Booker's 'Hometown Kickoff.' Then it's Monday and Tuesday in Iowa; Wednesday in Georgia; Thursday, Friday, Saturday in Nevada. Just fly out of Jersey on Sunday, settle in to a comfy, midpriced Iowa hotel, and get to the first event, right?

Easy-peasy.Well, Mother Nature can be a mother of a different kind sometimes. The plan was fly out of Newark, connect in Chicago, and on to Des Moines. Except a historic mid-April snowstorm hit the greater Chicago area with up to seven inches of snow, sleet, and steady rain, cancelling a thousand flights, including both my flight to Chicago and the connection to Des Moines.It didn't help that we had boarded and taxied to the runway, only to sit in sunny Newark for two hours before being finally being told that our flight was canceled. Just to top it off, it took 90 minutes to find and retrieve my luggage. ('Sir, I never left the ground.'

) Our cameraman had it only half as bad. He, at least, made it to Chicago — on an earlier flight — but was stranded there. (And only had to wait four hours for his luggage and camera gear.)But fear not, link:Beat readers, we're booked for direct flights into Omaha Monday morning (weather permitting) and will be there for Sen. Booker's first event in Sioux City, where the high is expected to be 66 degrees.Good news is, I'm already packed. — David Cruz.