HERE WE GO AGAIN I cannot say that the season we call "Fall is a favorite of mine. It has some merit, of course, such as the colorful changing of the leaves with blasts of brilliant color chording tones of color in such remarkable harmony. The subtle, then harsh changes in hues forms boundless union with the last, silent, deep green of leaves and grass remaining. There are nights made more comfortable for comfortable sleep by whispers of cool winds.
Yes, there is much merit in the Fall season and I only begrudgingly allow the intrusion - usually every four years or so - of the first rumblings of impending political campaigns to begin. We call them "the Primaries" which is, I suppose, about as fundamental sounding tag one might find for them.
Primary elections are rather noisy affairs, because they are the place where new candidates for political office are introduced to the voting public and his name must be associated with the program he is to espouse. People say: "Who's he or she or she?" They get to know that person's "qualifications for the office...."and all voters must be made familiar with the candidates venturing into their political area. There may well be more party-parties with loud music being used to encourage more back-slapping and arm shaking than usual. If the candidate has an occupational background which is, in the least unusual, then that sound of his or her vocational niche must be echoed in the rafters of every convention hall or voter's habitat, vehicles, and place of business and of food intake. It is only just and right that everyone might suffer equally, so don't complain too much.
Just pray, fervently, please - that your political party does not run many hard-rock singers and musicians as candidates for whatever in your political area this fine Fall.
Andrew McCaskey amccsr@adelphia.net 9-18-06 [c-322wds]
