Driving to and from town, I found myself whisking by a substantial number of political signs. The signs have popped up in recent weeks—forests of them in some places. They have been planted along every country road and city street.
One
particular yard near the causeway seems to have nearly everyone from every
ideological corner represented:
So-and-So, Democrat for governor, So-and-So, a Republican for Senate,
So-and-So for county something-or-other.
Most of the signs in the yard stood in an orderly row. Finally, at the end of the row I saw the one
sign—and I am not making this up—that reached the political heart of me.
The
sign read: Fresh Bait.
—Mitchell Hegman
NOTE: This blog is
the reprinting of a passage from a journal entry I made in the year 2000. Seems appropriate for the time.
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