A Strange Phone Call

When I was away in CT, I got a strange phone call. The setting of the phone call is not important, but the WHO and the WHY are incredibly important.

The Ravenstahl campaign called me this past week - to see if I'd be willing to (if my memory serves me correctly) volunteer with handing out literature in an upcoming parade.

Me. They called me. To volunteer for them.

Don't they read this blog?

Or this one?

Or the Early Returns page at the P-G?

Sheesh.

By the way, I was at the QED debate tonight as was, of course, the mayor himself. With him, in a rumpled suit a half-size to large and in dire need of a pressing, was Yarone Zober. I contemplated seeing if I could get snubbed by the mayor AGAIN or at least introducing myself to Yarone as "The guy Luke brushed off at the TAE debate" but I decided against both as Yarone seemed to be already flustered by either Luke's lackluster performance at the debate or the close proximity to DeSantis' campaign staff.

Or maybe both.

All-in-all I thought DeSantis did a better job (with one obvious flub) than young Luke. While the mayor, his ad libbed lines all well rehearsed, breezed through some questions seemingly oblivious to the question asked (for instance, when asked about what he did before he was mayor to help the African-American community in this city, Luke's answer was all about reminding the folks at home what he did after he was mayor to help out that community), he had an annoying habit of not following up on offered rebuttals. It struck me, as someone put it, that once he was off his talking points, he had nothing to say.

Not a good thing for a mayoral candidate.