I’d planned to put up lawnsigns but it was damp and I still have one last outside home project to finish. I’ve got five old fashhioned windows to paint. Rather than campaign I put a coat of primer on them. It will be thunderstormish tomorrow so I’ll put a final coat of paint on them. then it will just be a matter of putting them back up and figuring out how to seal them against the winter.
While I was painting I got two fascinating calls. Being inclined to transparancy I’d like to spill my guts but that seems inadvisable especially for one of the calls.
The first was from an unexpected fan of mine. He related a conversation with the Superintendent and then I related how swimmingly mine went with the Super yesterday. That raised some hackles with my caller. He got worried that Supt. Gronseth was reeling me in like Dixon did so many others. He told me I’d nailed it when I described Dixon, was a Music Man.
I got another call from a person who I’d engaged in some of the most ferocious and uncomplimentary public communications of the Red Plan Epoch. We had a very cordial conversation about a controversial subject. I pointed out how cordial I could be despite the bad blood and my caller said that, Oh well we had both been a little immature during our Red Plan tussle. I didn’t object to this depiction of my side of the fight or mention that at no point had I ever felt immature during our public tiff.
Both calls were long and fortuitous. By the time I was done with them and my painting it was nearly time to pick up grandchildren. Today is our “Wacky Wednesday.”
Oh yeah, and just before that got an email arrived from an old friend who complained that my posts on the Civil War were a little to oblique to understand. Well, the truth is fairly simple. I was trying to suggest it was time for reconstruction – the rebuilding of the shattered School System. Reconstruction is what they called the period of rebuilding the South after the Civil War. It wasn’t a perfect metaphor. Reconstruction saw the re enslavement of the freed slaves by other methods. If that’s all that happens after the Red Plan it won’t be good.
Then before picking up the grandchildren I got a text from Liam telling me a full fledged war had broken out between me and Art Johnston in the pages of the Zenith Weekly. Well, I had to read that story. I went to four locales before I could find the article.
If you are one of the 300 visitors I think will be reading this blog today then according to Art you are reading bullshit. I’m sorry about that.
I highly recommend reading the Zenith Weekly at a news stand near you. Once again Richard Thomas has done a superlative job outlining this election in a nutshell.
Tomorrow I’ll go early to the Chamber of Commerce’s candidate forum. I’ll wear a suit and tie. Maybe Art will too. I’ll ask them why they encouraged us to go along with the Red Plan but have taken no stand on the referendum that will bring class sizes down to a level which will allow teachers to teach.
