There are 50 states in this country, thousands of cities and towns and innumerable fairgrounds. Yet here we were Friday morning, driving a familiar set of roads toward a Donald Trump rally in the small town of Fletcher, N.C., to the same spot I’d been to last week to see his running mate, Mike Pence.
The orange hues of fall foliage have grown a bit redder since early last week, the air is nippier, the skies are slightly grayer. But I saw the same trees and the same cattle stalls as Trump's press bus rolled into the Western North Carolina Agricultural Center. I even recognized one of the volunteers, a nice woman named Sandra Norris who had directed me to the restroom last week.
It seems strange on the face of it, with a whole country to cover and tens of millions of people to persuade. Do these voters in and around the Great Smoky Mountains really need another valuable visit from the same presidential ticket, all within the space of a few weeks before the election?