I dreamed that every rural county had a permanent Democratic Party storefront on the courthouse square, next to the Saturday morning farmer’s market. I dreamed that it had a big screen TV, a GOOD coffee pot, a sofa, and some chairs.

I dreamed that every Saturday morning when people were at the farmer’s market, they could stop in, have a sit and a cup of coffee, and relax. (We could call it the GrassRoots Cafe.)

I dreamed that every Saturday morning we had party representatives there to work as community ombudsmen (ombudspeople?) to help people out with issues they might have. I dreamed that we had voter registration available every Saturday morning. I dreamed that we figured out how to implement the upcoming voter ID, so that Democrats are not disenfranchised, come election time.

Read on and feel what it was like to be at the TNDP Summit this weekend. With the people there, this dream could easily become a reality for every rural county.

(Tipster: Ackster)