I Am *SO* Popular
I live in Pennsylvania, home of the delegates … lots of them.
A candidate was here for the big St. Patrick’s Day parade in Scranton (and it really is big; the third-largest in the country). Her daughter came to the other college in town to speak with the students and her husband is due tomorrow.
Another candidate came on St. Patrick’s Day and, oddly enough, claims to have some Irish in his background. Through his mother, I’m sure. They don’t have any Irish where his father comes from, and you can take that to the bank.
Candidate Three says he has to show up, as the other two have been here, along with daughter and husband.
Mel Brooks, in one of his movies, said, “It’s good to be the king.” Us’n around these here parts say, “It’s good to be from a big state with a lot of delegates.” You don’t see this sort of action in North or South Overshoe. Candidate A goes to the best pizza joint in Old Forge, where one of my former writing students sits next to her and gets the interview; Candidate B drops in at a local watering hole and chats with the local blue-collar crowd. Candidate C will be left with Andy’s Diner up on River Road in Plains.
Fawn over us, ye seekers of office. Have a slice of our Old Forge style pizza. March in our parade as if you are home, because your family did come from here.
A candidate was here for the big St. Patrick’s Day parade in Scranton (and it really is big; the third-largest in the country). Her daughter came to the other college in town to speak with the students and her husband is due tomorrow.
Another candidate came on St. Patrick’s Day and, oddly enough, claims to have some Irish in his background. Through his mother, I’m sure. They don’t have any Irish where his father comes from, and you can take that to the bank.
Candidate Three says he has to show up, as the other two have been here, along with daughter and husband.
Mel Brooks, in one of his movies, said, “It’s good to be the king.” Us’n around these here parts say, “It’s good to be from a big state with a lot of delegates.” You don’t see this sort of action in North or South Overshoe. Candidate A goes to the best pizza joint in Old Forge, where one of my former writing students sits next to her and gets the interview; Candidate B drops in at a local watering hole and chats with the local blue-collar crowd. Candidate C will be left with Andy’s Diner up on River Road in Plains.
Fawn over us, ye seekers of office. Have a slice of our Old Forge style pizza. March in our parade as if you are home, because your family did come from here.
posted by Tom Carten at 1:30 AM
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