fri Union Hall @ Election

fri

well first i thought I'd try to put my money where my mouth was: I'd try to capture the same demo spirit that I caught last night. I got there early and suddenly the hall filled up.

It was rather nondescript, mostly old folks, but there was a smattering of good tidings and youth, one could scan the room for the good news and note the excitement in the air.

There was but a no greeting from our area coordinator Paul. I bid him hello but he just greeted me back without too much overture friendliness, I felt.

But that was the least of my worries: I was there early and had my recorder. So I could provide my first post.

No, the answer came later, nothing has been decided. And then a young man showed up a little later and announced he was going to vie for Lee Terry's seat. He didn't have the height or the bearing. He'd get pummeled into defeat even worse than was Jim Esch.

But the Mike from Des Moines, who was spiriting the John Edwards campaign, came up and shook my hand. I was a little out of place: I had my Impeach Cheney cap on. I know I didn't cut the most dashing swath but Cathy Leo gave me a smile because, after all, she's read a few of my tomes.

No, I just trundled on down to get my plates renewed and then discovered, this taking not a whit of time, that I had more than ample time before making it to the wake.

Well, let's hope Father has a short funeral--because that's how his masses generally were and many of us were encouraged by that.

As fast as his race car he spirited about the small town and tripped over to the small Catholic church in Homer and now I think, how he traveled those gravel roads my Grandpa had carried mail over years before,

And how Grandpa was also in attendance at the church, each and every Sunday.

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Going back to my quest and my guilty feeling that I'd not done v. much, I went to Baker's. My urgings said I want to go home. But I remembered I hadn't done hardly a lick of work on the campaign trail. And this was supposed to be my fear and loathing call.

But Baker's were amenable to having me post the public notice. The manager had to approve of it. And then a nice conversation with one of the check out ladies who said her 12 year old daughter at an early age re bushie we don't want that."

I told her how I had my kids out there on the campaign trail. And that's how Mike from Des Moines remembered that I had a couple kids involved. I told her to "Bring her."

There won't be t-shirts. We just couldn't' get these ordered.

And then the hall which I stepped up on the thick metal chairs and moved it over and put it in a spot.

And then to the gym. The Iowa Gal, whom I think was a manager, but couldn't cut her teeth any longer on the low wage, I haven't seen around for awhile but the gal that was always there when I got there at 5:45 in the morning or so said No, she didn't think so.

Well, why not try HyVee? There should be a public posting place.

"What is it?" I am asked and then I'm able to truck on over to the far wall and insert the poster.

So, that means at least I let the word be out that there was an important notice. Because the HyVee wall was empty, the modicum of the public square might have completely fallen out of favor--so unlike the printed word and the press for public display has gone by the wayside, folks at their computers or their tubes or are too busy and thus don't have time to traffic in these various bits and pieces of info.