I am liberated.
It’s all over. My first attempt at public office was, if you take everything into consideration, a resounding success.
Sure, I lost by 26,000 votes. To the tune of 78 to 22 percent.
But, I remain optimistic about the future.
“You have a base,” Jimmy told me, just after I called to congratulate him on election night.
My campaign manager, a tough ol’ broad from Chicago, insisted I wait until after the 10 o’clock news to concede.
“Poke him in the eye,” she said, in between drags off a Virgina Slims, “If we can’t kick him in the balls, then we’ll poke him in the eye.”
Alvin, my trusted lawyer, advised otherwise.
“Call him now,” he said when the results from all three counties began pouring in and the tide of GOP frustration became apparant for all to see.
So, I didn’t wait for the 10 o’clock news. Much like I didn’t wait for this seat to be term-limited out.
Through it all, this campaign was about opening doors. Giving voice to a generation that had none. Providing a choice and making sure the process happened.
I’m proud of what I accomplished. And proud it is over….for now.
Slice of Good Ol Boy Life 
Well, I’m glad (for your sake) that it’s over. I think I would rather have major dental work without an anesthetic than run for public office. But hey, 7333 people (if my math is right voted for you). That in itself is impressive. Anyhow, I’m not sure whether to offer congratulations or condolences, but either way, I hope it was a good experience.
Well said John. Words will never express how proud I am of you.