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  • Cowbirders, I promise the election is almost over! Following are the musings of a political junkie from the dark/light side depending on your perspective and should not be regarded, I hope, as a rant.

    Living in the reddest of the red states is not without its challenges for those of us who make up the blue minority. There are plenty of rewards, too. In working with Democratic candidates over 25 plus years, I have come to know and truly admire so many intrepid people willing to endure being beaten up in campaigns or in office should they be elected. Once the knees and feet stop hurting, I actually enjoy campaigning for state candidates. The fate of our few electoral votes being a foregone conclusion, I spend my time on local races. There are just enough of “those moments” to make it worth it.

    One night walking and knocking in the rain as darkness was rapidly approaching, I stopped at a house displaying an Obama sign. I commented to the people that it was a good way to end an evening. We shared some laughs, speculating and moaning about outcomes and antics. As I turned to leave, the wife said “You are the best thing that has happened all day. Really. We have to keep such a low profile here in our cul-de-sac and it feels so good to talk to another Democrat.”

    While campaigning for my state representative, I was fortunate to run into a most amazing lady. She is 90, watches CNN, knows EVERYTHING, really hopes Elizabeth Warren wins, and tells young kids how important it is to vote and be involved. She laid one of her little lessons on me, using wonderful analogies that made the civics lesson a joy. She is Mormon but is disappointed in Romney and mad at Ryan. Her neighbor across the street was assigned to keep an eye on her because of several health problems. The neighbor brought her chicken soup a lot. Once an Obama sign appeared in her yard in 2008 (for 2 weeks before said sign then DISappeared), no more chicken soup made the trip across the street. I arranged for a sign this year for the state rep, and a few days later she called mad as hell and wanting an immediate replacement sign. Yep, the game is on again.

    Last week I came upon a house with nine signs planted in the pfitzers along the front of the property. The signs were supporting various candidates from both parties. I knocked, wanting to meet the people who lived there. The lady who answered the door was wearing a tee shirt for one of the gubernatorial candidates and laughed when I told her I was getting a kick out of their signs. “Well,” she said, “we are a two-party family so we share the bushes.”

    Words for all of us to take to heart. When all this silliness and nastiness is over, let’s hope Congress and the people they represent will remember that we are, indeed, family and need to share the bushes.
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