There she was, yet again, this time in Rapid City, S.D. This time her name was Margaret Dinock, but she was part of a national Greek chorus, haunting the rope lines of every candidate in every Democratic primary this year. As almost always, she was middle-aged and working class, with a desperate tale to tell, usually about health care. And this time, in classic Hellenic fashion on the last day of the Democratic primary season, she offered narrative punctuation: a gray sweatshirt with a picture of a vehemently orange car screeching to a halt at a highway barrier and...
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