A blue moon.... Every once in a while, I’m glad I’m in the community newspaper business. Every once in a while, something happens that makes it worthwhile to put up with the low pay, reluctant advertisers, disheartened employees, angry readers, oafish spouses of employees, gloomy bankers, despondent CPAs, creepy wannabees, lying politicians, diva reporters, a clinically depressed publisher and did I mention low pay?
The every once in a while circumstance is when you feel like you have done something that has helped your community, something that might not have happened if you had not been there.
The recent election in Missouri City was just such an aha moment. Oh, perhaps the outcome would have been the same, but I hope I paid a small part in helping Danny Nguyen win. (Say that real fast). Danny Nguyen was being savaged by a certain group of individuals, some of whom did not even live in Missouri City.
Distortions followed outright lies followed by defamation and it went on and on. Since he was in a race with three other people, the possibility of a run off was a very real prediction. And I don’t believe I could have stood another month of the fabrications that were being broadcast about Nguyen.
Most of this disinformation seemed to be coming from one opponent or at least the group of supporters of that one opponent. I’m happy to report that this opponent ran third out of four candidates, thereby proving in a small venue that most voters know when they are being misled by the opposition.
I’m also extremely happy to report that Danny Nguyen won by over 50% of the vote, 55.33% to be exact, and will not have a run-off.
And despite the anti-incumbency fervor sweeping the country, the other two incumbents in Missouri City, who ran on their records, also won.
Mother’s Day.....I love my children dearly. Both of them have turned out just about perfect. But I didn’t get to enjoy them as much as I now enjoy my grandchildren.
You’ve probably heard me say right here in these pages how I live between Michael and Lisa (the parents of my grandchildren) and anywhere they want to go. That translates into me getting (?) to keep them a lot. Kathryn at 16, 17 this week, is almost old enough to keep herself, but Jack, 4, and Carter, 6, still think I’m the best! Of course I have ice cream for breakfast--what? It contains milk and eggs and probably not half as much sugar as some of the cereals sold today.
I built a whole swimming pool to get them to come to my house and I even recently bought a Wii for them to play.
So it was no surprise to me when I picked Jack up from Primrose that he had drawn me three pictures. “For me? I oohed. “All of them?” I ahhed. He proceeded to tell me all about them, mainly what they were as I drove him to the baseball fields to meet his “parents,” as he calls them. (No “mommy” or “daddy” for this guy.)
When we got to the fields, he said he wanted a SnoCone. I explained it was too far for me to walk and besides I had to be somewhere else, but I was sure his parents would buy him one after the game.
As he got out of the car, he said,” Well, I can’t let you have those pictures then.”
Quid pro quo.
I don’t know if he is going to be a politician or a lobbyist. Probably a politician since he already laughs a lot like George Bush by grinning ear to ear and shaking his shoulders.
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