Neglect your website for a while, and your karma comes looking for you. People start sending you things that remind you how kind the universe can be, sometimes.
Behold, my very own Nancy doll, seen here with her accompanying signed, suitable-for-framing Nancy comic strip. The doll is signed, too, although you can’t see that (you have to push up her dress; yes, she’s wearing undies). Thanks to regular reader and sometime commenter First-Time Caller, who is also Lance Mannion’s sister-in-law, and a very nice person who is evidently acquainted with Guy Gilchrist, who inherited the strip from the ghost of Ernie Bushmiller, or some such.
I’m so touched. My very own Nancy! I plan to cuddle her whenever I need an idea. I’m surre she’ll bring me luck.
Thanks, First-Time Caller.
So we’re having an exciting election season here in the the GP Geto, aka Da Woods. By “exciting,” I mean “contested.” That doesn’t happen much here, I gather. Not only does the 15-year incumbent mayor face a challenger, there are something like three candidates running for a single open council seat. The mayoral challenger came to a neighborhood picnic last summer, so I got a sense of her, but everyone else is terra incognita.
Of course, as a newcomer and a journalist, I’m looking forward to coverage in the local weekly. Two weeks ago, they informed us the endorsements would be coming in the following issue, and then dropped this bomb: “It’s our policy to endorse incumbents except in extraordinary circumstances.” Ohhh-kay. That’s helpful.
So the endorsements came out, and guess what? There were no extraordinary circumstances. Of the three rookies shooting for the open seat, their pick was the guy who most reminded them of the incumbents. What’s worse, in dismissing the mayoral challenger they made vague reference to an incident that happened some years back, with little explanation of the event and none of the context.
Because no one ever moves here, I guess, and so no need to give any background.
Thank God for the Free Press. All you gotta do is explain it.
And as “contested” as things get here in the ‘burbs, it’s nothing compared to Detroit. You want to know what the race card looks like? Like this.