Rejections and Elections

Coincidence or a curse?
Back in August my friend Scott came up from Flagstaff. So, actually planning ahead for once I requested the Friday night off. As far as I was concerned I had it off even though it wasn't definite.So when the phone rang that afternoon I didn't answer it, but I did listen to the message. "It's 3:30, where are you?" The following Monday my supervisor was fired. As I mentioned a few days back, last Fri. I got a call saying that I was supposed to be at work. This time I went in, but the results were the same. I went in to work on the following Monday only to find out that my supervisor was fired. Of course I will let my new boss know about this.

So there are all these debates and election talk going on at this time, much of it centering around New Hampshire. Back in late '99 and the spring of 2000 I got to witness this circus first hand. Every hopeful was seen strolling the streets of Manchester. There was one time in April when the being that is now our president was scheduled to have a meeting with the Young Republicans New England chapter. Two blocks away my friend Gwen and I were quenching our thirst at the Strange Brew Tavern, the best place in Manchester to go for a beer. (check out their web site) At primary time you will see CNBC , CNN, Fox etc doing stories from there. It becomes a weird mix. The sign on the door reads "bikers welcome but please, no colors". Politicians, reporters, and bikers. "Lawyers, guns and money"

Back to the point. Gwen and I are leaving and when we get to the intersection by the Holiday Inn we see the sidewalks lined with people in their teens and late 20's. Now this isn't the holiday inn most of us knew as kids. This was 5 stories with huge meeting rooms, a parking garage, and a long horse shoe driveway. I believe they have valet parking also. They kept hidden tho after I mistook them for a red vested car jacking ring. So when I see this group of people I tell Gwen she's not going home until she stands up thru the sunroof and chants Bob Dylan over and over as I do a couple loops around the driveway. Semi reluctantly she complied, and soon got into it. But we couldn't go yet. "Gwen, you drive you drive". We changed positions, and the attitudes of the young republicans changed too. Some cheered, and some chimed in, "Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan". I remember to this day the girl on the corner with the long brown hair holding a Bush sign but calling for Bob. I can only hope that she followed the sound of her own voice.