RICHLAND — It was early morning, and I was a woman on a mission.
“Tiffany!” I whispered to my sleeping daughter as I tiptoed into the guest room. “It’s five o’clock. We’ve got to get moving.”
With the promise of Starbucks dancing in our heads, we planned our strategy: warm clothes, cameras, Thermos for coffee — and oh yes! — the book. We’d need to meet our buddies, Destry and Jodi, to snag the latter.
We were prepared to be the first in line.
"It’s plenty early" we assured ourselves as we grabbed lattes and headed for the Hastings book store in Richland. After all, the Sarah Palin book signing didn’t start until noon. Surely, no one else would be as clever — or crazy — as us to arrive so early.
At 6:30 a.m. we sped down the highway, headlights piercing the darkness. The chill of the winter morning met us as we scurried from our car toward the store, our Going Rogue books tucked to our chests.
And that’s when we saw it — THE LINE. Like a bad dream, it was endless.
We walked past tents, sleeping bags, bundles of blankets, folding camp chairs and families huddled together to stay warm. After almost four blocks, our little group found the end of the line.
For more than seven hours I clutched the book. Nothing would deter me from my mission to get my book signed.
Finally, at 2 p.m. our spot in line snaked into the warm store. From the glassed storefront, we watched as the security team turned away the rest of the weary line.
I clutched the book more tightly. My moment for an autograph was fast approaching.
Coats were removed, handbags, totes and cameras confiscated. The only thing I held in my hand was the book.
Sarah’s pen moved across the page with style. I shook her hand and moved on.
“Mom,” Tiffany said as I caught up to her on our way to the front door. “Where’s your book?”
Embarrassed, I turned and headed back to the signing table. It was evident as my face warmed that this mission had me “going rouge.”