The first person I ran into this morning at the Convention Center was the last delegate I saw on the light rail ride home last night.

I've had it in my head to interview the American Samoan delegation, even making a few inquiries, because 1) I think people largely ignore the Samoan political angle and 2) they don't have an embedded blogger with the State Blogger Corp and 3) it's just fun to say "Samoan." This quest remained unfulfilled.

Last night, I boarded sweaty, footsore, somewhat disillusioned and cynical, when a group took seats next to me. One member laughed uproariously realizing some of their delegation neglected getting on the train. I grudgingly acknowledge cell phones are handy keeping track of people in crowded places and reconnecting plans were made.

The group became more serious when discussion with other riders turned to Hillary Clinton. Delegates always debate politics after introductions on the bus or train, sort of a busman's holiday. On the way to the Pepsi Center earlier, one delegate began loudly reviling lobbyists, only to find the guy seated across the aisle was a mortgage industry lobbyist. Don't worry, nobody hurt him.

I asked the passionate Hillary supporter, who expressed disappointment the vice presidency was not offered, if they were planning a revolt. Earlier, a truck drove by the Convention Center with a woman shouting, "Stop Obama! Go, Hillary!" so I envisioned uncovering a conspiracy. He assured me they would do as Hillary asked and support the candidate, although they may cast initial ballots for Hillary out of respect.

I examined his name tag, not believing what I saw: Derick Hills, Guam. Okay, it's not American Samoa, but after a sometimes frustrating day, I was happy with another territory.