Out on the road today, I saw a Deadhead t-shirt on a councilman. Cecil Bothwell specifically. He was puting repurposed milk boxes full of groceries into his Prius, natch. Can’t say I am much of a Bothwell fan, but he does seem to live his principles. So did Jesse Helms, of course, so there is only so far I want to take that logic. Still, though, Cecil has boldly gone where I have yet venture: public service.
Ditto Bill Hogan. Apparently there are issues with Officer Bill. I’m not sure what those are, but one look at me and law officers everywhere go, “oh, him.” There is no reason to suspect that harassing me will result in anything more than a mild protest. No big collars to be had here, so the fact that the Chief of Police would smilingly hold the door open for my sandy haired daughter as he departed his office for the last time does not mean that he is a nice guy. I think Bill Hogan is nice, but that does not mean he is a good police chief.
Nor does my disagreement with the way Cecil Bothwell approaches public discourse mean he is a bad city councilman. I like Jan Davis’s approach better, but that might be the nerd glasses talking. In all three cases, the thing I appreciate from them all is the willingness to serve. Politics ain’t easy but it’s necessary that someone step up. Lord knows you don’t want me.