I recently published a story on the Medium publication Crow’s Feet. When I went to post the link on Facebook I was told this was not allowed. I’m guessing it’s due to the fact that I mention a politician. So no, there’s nothing titillating here but you’ve made it this far so you might as well read it, right? (It’s short and there’s an adorable photo of my kids at the end!)
The Presidential Candidate is at Your Door
It was the Halloween of 1992. Ross Perot was running for U.S. President as an independent candidate and the election was right around the corner. “The crazy aunt in the basement” was his name for the federal deficit because it’s something we hide and avoid discussing. His can-do spirit and concern about financial stability appealed to us.
Perot, a Texan, was short of stature and had a high voice. He wore his hair closely cropped and political cartoonists drew him with oversized ears. We were living in Texas at the time, so when I spied big plastic ears in a costume shop, I knew we had to dress our 1-½-year-old as Mr. Perot for Halloween.
Tiny sport coat and tie (complete with American flag tie tack), “Perot ‘92” button and giant plastic ears transformed my toddler into a two-hour neighborhood sensation.
At each house, we’d ring the doorbell and I’d whisper, “Say ‘Trick or Treat.’” My little myna bird complied. Candy secured, I reminded, “Say thank you.” “Thank you!” he chirped. “Now tell the people to vote,” I said. “Vote!” my unwitting little campaigner admonished.
Mr. Perot wasn’t elected, as you know, but he did garner nearly 19% of the popular vote. I like to think we played a small part in helping pave the long road for other independent candidates. Now if we could just do something about that crazy aunt.
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