One woman, Molly Gibbs, emphatically said she would vote for Throne.
When Throne arrived at her house, lawn signs for pretty much every Democratic candidate were stuck in the yard. Throne knocked on the door, and a voice that sounded like it said, “Come in,” sounded back. But after a long pause, during which Throne knocked again and then waited, Gibbs opened the door, smiling but on crutches, just one day out from leg surgery.
She listened to Throne’s spiel, took literature and pledged to vote for her.
“Whatever it takes, I’ll crutch myself to the polls on Tuesday,” she said.