Day One of the Democratic National Convention started right out of the gate at a gallop, which is great unless you've got blisters on your feet and are schlepping around a tripod and camera along with the backpack. It's definitely an exercise in endurance, but I was faithful to the end, even hanging around waiting for the promised phantom hotel shuttle until somewhere around 2:30 AM. I had plenty of company, though. Lots of cops, bus drivers and cab drivers.