Its two months before I (may) file for Congress. I guess April Fools is as good a day as any to organize oneself. So, this is an invitation to join the anonymous “green democrat” who wished me well yesterday. Above you can see what I have checked daily over the past dozen years of blogging. My visitors are modest not legion. My loyal 8 comes close to averaging 800 visitors a day in some months. Over the last 12 years I have no idea how many people have paid a call on my ten or twenty millions of words.
I sent in a new column to the Reader yesterday. With only two months of them before I go on hiatus I’m thinking of making them a weekly event. I have two new ideas for future weeks. Yesterday’s submission was “The Gift of Why.” It is not overtly political. In fact, I warned publisher Boone that I didn’t want to write a lot of political stuff when he first invited me to contribute. He was hoping I’d represent the Republican side of politics to give his tabloid a non-partisan feel. At the time in 2001 I was still a nominal but apostate Republican who had at least one or two more campaigns in me as a moderate Republican. I guess they were part vanishing acts. In 2006 I contemplated becoming a Democrat hence the name of this blog. Instead I filed for Congress as an Independent candidate again as I had in 1992. But after a short-lived fling with Democrats highlighted by the delightful victory of Barack Obama I retreated to my sullen non partisanship with occasional threats to upset the Republican apple cart. I would do so by returning to the fold as an unreconstructed Re-constructionist. That’s a reference to 1876 in case you’re scratching your heads.
I got a call from Dr. Timothy Westcott of Park College in Parkville, Missouri an hour ago. I had sent him an email mentioning that I suspected my Grandfather suffered from the Spanish flu when he was in France. The plague was more likely the American flu as most researchers think it began a few miles from my Grandfather’s home town of Salina, Kansas. It first hit Fort Funston, a training camp for Americans headed of to the trenches of WW I. The most iconic image of sick soldiers comes from Funston and its where, after the war, my Grandfather was brought for treatment and rehabilitation of the wounds he suffered in the war.
Dr. Westcott mentioned this to a small gathering of academics who have been planning a June commemoration and they immediately asked him if my Grandfather had been at the opening of the Tomb of World War I’s Unknown Soldier. Continue reading