I luv a parade

It was worth it. From lining up six entries behind Rod Grams gas guzzling bus

and fending off Rod Grams’s passive-aggressive supporter who smiled sweetly as she repeatedly tried to slap a Grams sticker on my shirt. I had a marvelous time.

My father-in-law, Claude Scott, drove our rinky dink Prius which got better gas milage than Rod Grams’s bus. You can see Dad looking to his left towards my friend, Jan, and my daughter, Keely.

Here’s what we were selling: Welty‘s candidacy and Lincoln’s spirit. My manager’s son Rob walks past the Prius.

And, of course we donned our favorite American’s famous visage. This is our happy little squad. Standing from the left: Rob, Shauna, Tricia, Harry, Keely, Melody, Bevan, and Jan. Seated on the ground? Darned if we know. This little fellow saw us lining up for the photo and asked to join us. We are a very magnetic organization.

 

 

There were an estimated 10,000 spectators and we figured that we must have passed out at least 3,000 bookmarks. Everyone had nice stories about people cheering us on. This is my first parade for one of my own campaigns after thirty years of running for office. It was about time. I even kissed a baby which my son-in-law, Santana, kidded my daughter that I would do. Hey, I couldn’t make him a liar! Pretty soon I’ll be ready to defend motherhood, apple pie and the American Flag.

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  1. Very funny that the side of Rod Grams’ negative-five-mpg RV has “leadership for the future” plastered on the side. Heck, I don’t consider myself an environmentalist much beyond the common sense of one not messing in their nest. However, that image did catch my attention. What is the message of leadership? Generating business for corn growers and ethanol plants? I suppose it’s just the cost of doing business. Rather like the Grams-cronie national debt: just the cost of doing their (monkey) business.

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