Sign up for the daily CJR newsletter. On a rainy evening last September, I caught a ride with friends to an industrial section of Portland, Maine, where I live, to hear Graham Platner speak. After parking near a hardware store and picking our way through weeds and across railroad tracks, we arrived at abar that resembled an airplane hangar. The space under the roof was already full, so we stood outside in the parking lot, clutching our hoods and umbrellas against the drizzle.