I don’t usually post anything political . I did comment on the
presidential debate . I forget , now , whether it was the first debate or the second debate . Well , it must have been the first one , because I watched the second one with the machinist who lives across the road up on the mountain . I wasn’t sure if he is a Trumpista or not . I suspect that he is , but I didn’t want to broach the subject . Just in case .
I watched the third debate at a friend’s house . His wife had chili and cornbread for me . I didn’t ask if she had made the cornbread from scratch or from some kind of a mix . At least , after ninety minutes , I got something out of the evening : the chili and cornbread were tasty .
I gave up politics years ago . In seventh grade I was campaign manager for my friend Monty who as running for class President . Another friend of mine was running against Monty . They were both class heroes . They were both star athletes ,both handsome , both vibrant , both well-liked . Monty lived a few blocks from me , and we hung out together after school sometimes , so I volunteered to be his campaign manager .
I should have stayed out of the dirty business of politics . I was in over my head . Monty , in the end , got only one vote ( mine ) , and the other guy got all of the other votes . All of them .
I was embarrassed at the time , as I recall , because it looked as if Monty had voted of himself . I felt bad for him , not only for badly losing the election , but for appearing to have voted for himself and that being the only vote .
I checked with Monty decades later . He , by then , was running a successful computer software firm in Silicon Valley . He had a big home in the upscale city of Saratoga , was raising a family , and had , apparently , moved beyond that seventh grade election .
I spilled my guts out to him about my perception of the one vote all those many years ago . I apologized , way late in the game , for running his campaign into the ground . Monty said that he didn’t remember it that way at all ; that he at that time had felt bad for me . I had made an effort to get him elected , after all , and I had fallen flat on my seventh grade face . He was embarrassed for me , he told me , just as I had always been embarrassed for him .
Life goes on , though , and we both went our separate ways .
I wasn’t , in truth , waiting for Hillary or Donald to contact me for election advice , but I would have been willing to give politics another whirl . I could’ve designed some signs , some strategies . Most likely it would be a conflict of interest , but I’d have been willing to work for both of them , to do my best for their campaigns . I would’ve given it my best shot .
Would’ve been better for the country , I suspect .