The door bell rings. It's dark, I look at my video feed and see three guys and none of them I know. So, I answer the door and let's say I'm prepared.
Ends up he's running for City Council. So I'm, "aight."
He goes on to claim where he grew up and how long he's been around here. Hrmmph. Stop sign. I know the area, and the people.
So I ask him...do you know "______" listing off a few names. He responds, "yeah, my kids are playing in their dad's yard right now." I'm like, "hold up. Do you know Jimmy?" (Lived across the street from where he claimed his kids were playing.)
"Yeah, he passed about a year ago."
Truth.
So, I spent a few minutes talking with him and suggested he go to a specific house around the corner. He responded, "you mean Joey?" That made me pause and I told him, "I'm calling these people just to see."
Ends up. Truth again. What's crazy here is one guy I called told me I'd met the guy a quarter of a century ago when he was a kid. I met his mom...played chess with his dad while drinking Crown on Sunday's...
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I had a neighbor stop by yesterday and bring me some of her homemade croutons. (Oh, yeah, they are GOOD!) I mentioned him to her, told her the story, and followed it with "I don't know his policies, I know his family."
I'm left with two thoughts this morning.
One, I know him and his family. I might disagree with his views; but I know who he is. So, I got a few signs and I agreed to get them up at a local store, etc....something I have never done in my life.
Second thing was this...when I mentioned him to my neighbor she looked up his views. It hadn't been 30 minutes since we'd been talking about a sound barrier in the back of the neighborhood and sure as shit, it's one of the things on his platform.
I stopped. Read. Everything he has listed on his material ... I agree with.
@ElephantStomp he's a D. But. His family is "Old Charleston Democratic" that moved from downtown a half of a century ago. Hamilton. A downtown Charleston name. Old one. This is an example of how you label me and where my vote goes.
Ya never know until you talk...my "Ted Talk" for the weekend.
Ends up he's running for City Council. So I'm, "aight."
He goes on to claim where he grew up and how long he's been around here. Hrmmph. Stop sign. I know the area, and the people.
So I ask him...do you know "______" listing off a few names. He responds, "yeah, my kids are playing in their dad's yard right now." I'm like, "hold up. Do you know Jimmy?" (Lived across the street from where he claimed his kids were playing.)
"Yeah, he passed about a year ago."
Truth.
So, I spent a few minutes talking with him and suggested he go to a specific house around the corner. He responded, "you mean Joey?" That made me pause and I told him, "I'm calling these people just to see."
Ends up. Truth again. What's crazy here is one guy I called told me I'd met the guy a quarter of a century ago when he was a kid. I met his mom...played chess with his dad while drinking Crown on Sunday's...
...
I had a neighbor stop by yesterday and bring me some of her homemade croutons. (Oh, yeah, they are GOOD!) I mentioned him to her, told her the story, and followed it with "I don't know his policies, I know his family."
I'm left with two thoughts this morning.
One, I know him and his family. I might disagree with his views; but I know who he is. So, I got a few signs and I agreed to get them up at a local store, etc....something I have never done in my life.
Second thing was this...when I mentioned him to my neighbor she looked up his views. It hadn't been 30 minutes since we'd been talking about a sound barrier in the back of the neighborhood and sure as shit, it's one of the things on his platform.
I stopped. Read. Everything he has listed on his material ... I agree with.
@ElephantStomp he's a D. But. His family is "Old Charleston Democratic" that moved from downtown a half of a century ago. Hamilton. A downtown Charleston name. Old one. This is an example of how you label me and where my vote goes.
Ya never know until you talk...my "Ted Talk" for the weekend.
