A week ago Saturday we attended the USU Aggie Homecoming Parade in Logan. I love the parade! I love the crowds that come! I love the fall weather! My grandkids love the candy! We always see friends we went to Utah State with who look really old now.
There were several candidates for office who came for the free publicity of the parade, and it was interesting to see how each one presented himself.
David Butterfield spent his whole time on our block on the other side of the street -- shaking hands, pushing flyers at people, smiling I guess -- we only saw his backside. Rob Bishop walked amidst his supporters looking stately and calm. (He'd been through the routine how many times?) Then came Sam Granato. What a breath of fresh air. He looked as if he was having a great time -- his smile wide and genuine, his waves constant. If I had to vote according to my impressions that day I'd pick Granato hands down. All of the candidates seemed confident of winning. Our family is acquainted with both winning and losing.
One of our grandsons ran for student body president at Weber High a few years ago. Steven is cheerful, enthusiastic and fun to be around. Just an example: when he moved into an apartment at Utah State he and his roommates made stadium seating in the living room for watching TV by stacking sofas on top of each other.
In his high school election that zest for living could have won him the presidency but he also had a secret weapon -- his little brother, Jason. As a toddler Jason used to scare us by crying so hard he'd pass out. Since then he's become more calm. But he was hardly that during Steven's campaign.
Steven and his friends recorded Jason rocking out to a current best selling CD. Jason became a dancing machine! He made moves that Dancing With the Stars participants would die for. Even Elaine on Seinfeld could have learned a thing or two from him.
At the school assembly where the video was played, it was met with great enthusiasm. "Play it again! Play it again! the students roared. We said the same thing when it was played for our family. With this great support, Steven won.
Some of our representatives could do with a little lightening up even in the face of the decisions they face in running the country and our state. They might mimic Harry Truman playing "The Missouri Waltz" on the piano, or Bill Clinton wailing away on his sax. I recall one politician, whose name I've forgotten, who used to sing at campaign rallies.
But campaigning is hard. In the mid-1970s my husband ran for the Legislature. We knocked on every door in his district, gave out fliers, and he even sat sedately on a chair in a truck bed during a parade, smiling and waving his best wave to the crowd. Still, after all that effort, he lost the race. But so did veteran campaigners LaMar Buckner and Wayne Owens. Some wonderful men and women do lose, while others win. So, my congratulations go to Tuesday's winners, and hats go off to those who campaigned hard and lost.