I grew up in Iowa. I went to school there
and taught school there and pastured there. And I got involved with Iowa
politics which allow ordinary folk to do that. I would go to meetings at folk’s
houses and listen to candidates for various offices. Did a little campaigning
for some favorites. In one small town I went to the local democratic caucus;
there were six of us and we wrote party planks. Then a couple of us went to the
country caucus and wrote more planks and sorted them out and made priorities.
That was about as far as I went, but I could have easily gone on to higher
levels if I wanted to, but I wondered if the congregation I was serving might
get a bit bothered by this. But it was fun and exciting and gave you a real
feel of our things could work from the ground up to the national level.
I just found out that one of my golfing
buddies, Bob, is heading off to the national Democratic Convention as a state
delegate. Damn that sounds like fun. Have a ball Bob, I’ll be thinking of you.
Why do I keep turning down those invitations
to have dinner the Obama’s? Too much golf to play I guess.
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