Is It Over Yet?

My very best memory of a political convention is that of the night JFK accepted the Democratic nomination. Of course, I was only 5 and desperately trying to stay awake until my mother returned home from an evening of shopping at one of Milwaukee’s first developed shopping centers. She had promised me a pair of rubber flip-flops. I watched the convention with my father as a diversion until the goods arrived. I remember dozing off a few times, but I do remember the balloon drop. I l-o-v-e balloon drops. Every 4 years, I watch both conventions. Just for the balloon drops. I’ve missed most of the Boston festivities, which is just as well. I can’t afford near apoplexy so close to bed time. (Rick was enraged by not too subtle veiled anti-life comments in Barack Obama’s speech. And high dudgeon is my specialty, not Rick’s. So it’s best that I missed it. I did see Christopher Heinz introduce his mother. It was appropriately fawning and obsequious, from this mother’s point of view. Not that she’d make a good First Lady, but I’m glad Christopher appreciates his mother. Oh, and who is his friend ‘Joe”?)