Certainly dressed for the part, he honored the gathered with joyous news; he would return to Olympia and once again represent the commoners in those marble halls of power.
In his magnanimity, he shared he had not yet determined which political division, the 40th or 42nd, would receive the gift of his representation. Questioned by another pol, who reminded him he did not live in the 42nd, with a wave he reminded the ignoramus, "Did you see the retirement package I finagled? I can afford to move wherever I would, fool!"
Apparently his earlier plan to retire and cash in as a developer of the lands once in his guardianship has fizzled.
Speculation immediately broke out as to what this master strategist might be considering. In his early career, his executiveness had served in the lowly House of Representatives, where he routinely won high honors amongst the scribes of the times for being the least informed amongst representatives.
Another at the party immediately considered the hemlock punch, anticipating the great one would seek the 42nd seat he sought in the lower house, open as a result of the a great republican senator's retirement and after a not so great republican who'd sat in the lowly house announced his intention of rising to greatness.
But all the truly brave-hearts took no time in determining that anything less than a lofty place in the senate would be below the station of this great orator. And there was little chance his mellifluousness could win away the seat of Kevin of the Islands.
No, only one good fight presented itself, and Ericsen of Ferndale would certainly have little chance against Kremen of Wherever.
And no one doubted the courage and audacity of the perpetual campaigner, Peter the Great, to unhorse Doug the Interloper. All agreed, what a glorious triumph it promised to be.
Of course the jesters rolled and tumbled with delight, juggling the various benefits of the great one leaving for a place amongst the gods in Olympia.
This is really a strange place, the county of Whatcom. Not a place to consider incautiously amongst bedfellows.
On the Road; May B. Fine is Assoc. Editor, The New Standard
