It Ain’t Like It Used to Be

When in Ithaca, I went to visit my grandpa. And I’m not sure what made him say it, but he mentioned that back in the day he had run for Highway Superintendent. And I was like no way, how come I never knew this? And he chuckled and said, well, I lost!

He explained that he had run as an Independent against a Democrat and Republican, and his running had somewhat impacted the outcome. I guess the Democrat was favored (?) but the Republican won. And between the three of them, the difference was just a matter of 15 votes or so.

I asked him how he felt about the competition. And without missing a beat, he said, I liked them both!

And that is the difference between politics then and now. I love my grandpa.

UPDATE: Was at my Uncle’s last weekend, and told him this story. He then proceeded to pull out my grandpa’s campaign ‘poster.’ LOL Pays taxes? My grandpa’s the best.

Daily Delight #65

Some things are bitter sweet. Several people have died in the past few months, and it’s sad. I guess we’re at that age, where that starts happening.

I am incredibly grateful for the time I’ve gotten to spend in Ithaca over the past few months. I’ve gotten to spend a lot of time with my recently-widowed Grandpa. I really love my grandpa. I have a hard time pin-pointing what it is exactly, but I really think he’s the greatest. Every time I go away, I worry that he might not be here when I return. (My grandma died the morning after I arrived in Portland.) I know everyone has their time, and he is fairly old, but I want to be selfish and have him live for a long long time more. Tonight, because we were being nostalgic, he told me that people die in spurts, usually three at a time. Well, I’ve known three people who have gone down in the past few months, so I told him he’ll be okay, at least til next year, wink wink. And I very much hope I’m right.