Or, how I once again begin associating with America’s accepted criminal class.
I think maybe a few of you are aware that I started a newspaper this summer. A community paper in southeastern Ohio. Things are going to projections at this point and that’s good.
But it’s an election year. And Ohio is a crucial state.
And I don’t have any reporters with any real experience covering politics.
So back in the hopper I go. But with the title Publisher this time…not just some junior flunky.
This morning I walk into a rally and the local campaign manager for one of the major parties spots me walking in. Suddenly I’m shaking hands with a Congressman, a State Senator, and a slew of others. Of everyone there I’m the only one to get face time (one-on-one) with the Senatorial candidate at this event. I almost made him stumble but not quite.
I make fun but I’d forgotten how much FUN an election year can be. You know they’re spinning you. THEY know that YOU know that they’re spinning you. And so on ad infinitum. The thrust and parry as you try to get them off their canned responses is a blast.
Next year the entire city council and the mayor in my town will be up for re-election. I’ll have someone trained up by then so I’ll, hopefully, be largely out of it.
But for now I’m flashing back.