Watching the news over the past two weeks, I’ve been reminded of a conversation I had 31 years ago (so long that it makes me wish I could claim that I was 12 at the time).
I was managing a(n ultimately successful) campaign for a seat in Congress. One day, I rang up a friend and political consultant whose services I couldn’t afford, but who had kindly invited me to call him when (not if) the crisis occurred. It turned out to be a crisis of conscience.
Consistent with my pledge that I never make this stuff up because life is much funnier than I am, the conversation went like this:
Political Consultant: “What’s going on?”
Me: “I, um, um, I, I don’t know, I, um. . .”
PC: “I know. You’ve become concerned that your candidate may not be intelligent enough to be a member of The United States House of Representatives.”
Me: “Yes <sigh> . That’s exactly what’s going on.”
PC: “Well, let me put your mind at ease. I know many members of The United States House of Representatives, and he is.”
The more things change. . .? I’m not sure they change at all. They certainly seem to stay the same.