FDR, Our Next Senator, My Dad, and Me
April 20, 2008 – 11:03 pmLast Saturday was a pretty interesting day for a fellow running for office in CD-5. I began my series of events with speaking to the delegates and alternates heading to the State Assembly and Convention for Senator Clinton. I gave the same basic talk to the folks supporting Senator Obama a couple of weeks back. It is exciting to see such energy and commitment toward the upcoming election. I’m still a bit startled when folks enthusiastically clap and hoot and holler when I talk. I’m not immodest enough to think that such reactions are just my doing. Rather, I think people across the political spectrum are growing more and more frustrated with the rising price of gas, the economic challenges, the foreclosure rate, the War and the treatment of Veterans, and more. I do think this is the most important election since 1932, as we need a change so very much.
After the Clinton folks, we drove down to Canon City to join the Fremont County Democrats at the annual FDR Dinner. I was honored to share the speaking duties with Rep. Mark Udall, the next Senator from Colorado. I’ve had the chance to spend some time with Mark, and I can’t tell you how much this gent has impressed me. I agree with him on just about every issue, and I think he will be a marvelous addition to the US Senate. He is being very kind to a rookie candidate, and I can’t thank him enough.
The folks in Fremont County are just a great bunch. They welcomed me so warmly, and have embraced my campaign so fully, that I am deeply appreciative and honored. It is so important for a man or woman that wants to be in the US Congress to remember they represent more than the big cities, more than the major population centers. We must be committed to representing everyone in the district, because everyone matter, everyone counts. I did say to the group that I feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t get to live in Colorado’s 5th Congressional District. The natural beauty of the area is simply unmatched. And now that our fairly rough winter appears to be mostly over, I can’t wait to again be driving our remarkable area, meeting with people, and getting to know them, and their issues more.
At the FDR Dinner, I told the story of my father at the White House. I worked two summers, 1997 and 1998, at the White House, on the National Security Council Staff. The second year, my Father’s Day gift for him was a tour of the West Wing. He had been an Army Master Sergeant in WWII, and greatly admired FDR. As we neared the Oval Office that Sunday afternoon, I drew his attention to the extra-wide door, and asked him why he thought that was the case. He thought a moment, and said, “the wheel chair?” Yes, the door was a bit wider than normal to ease President Roosevelt’s entry and exit in his wheelchair. At that moment, history became a bit more alive for us all. With us that day was my boss, and his baby daughter. This child had been left by her mother in a church in Central America. A note said simply that the young mother could not care for the child, and she asked that the church look after her. My boss ended up adopting that baby, now happily playing on the carpet outside the Oval Office. I said to my dad, “I think this is the only country where a child could be abandoned in poverty, and could grow up free, and able to play on the President’s carpet.” It was an amazing day, and is a very happy memory for me. I still miss my dad. I think he would get such pleasure out of watching one of his children compete for a job in the US Congress. He was, and is, my hero. When the ongoing challenge of raising money, dealing with the many problems that pop up, and the exhaustion that comes at the end of a long day of campaigning, I think of my dad. I am intensely proud of him and his example. He would love this. A person remarked to me after my kick off announcement that she had seen me sitting before the speech, holding my thumbs just the way my dad did, and said “you are just like your father.” They could not have paid me a higher compliment.