Statesman Sighting

Dropped by the “authentic” local pub to wet the whistle Friday night and who do I see in JR’s Packinghouse Cafe but Mr. Jon Thaxton (or his look alike decoy).  I waved hello from across the entry walkway. We don’t know each other – yet.  There he is hanging out being a local.  I hope he realized that there is not a need to add a traffic light at that intersection, it’s just always that packed at the Packinghouse. 

I think Jon is a good guy.  He seems to be a formidable guy.  Commissioners have a dirty job.  It’s not for me.

You see, I don’t want to be in politics.  But somehow it may be inherent and inevitable to my “Irish” blood line that I get involved.  Why, Just the other day a neighbor asked if I was running for “REALTOR of The United States of America”.   Well, truth is, I did launch this campaign 8 years ago, but the whole “Chad” thing took precedence.   I tried to detour my directive at that time, but being in Florida the press interfered and off went public interest.

Now that the interest may be spawning ( and possibly Mr. Thaxton overheard the locals) amongst those living out East in Sarasota, I truly hope the local crowd don’t forget about the real election for the leaders of our free nation and put me first in their minds.