Folks: I need your help.
I need stories! Let me explain:
Since I was a young pup studying AP American history in high school, there's been one seeming constant in my life:
For, you see, ever since that fall of '94, John Ellis Bush has either been running for something - or actually has been running something - in our sunny state. And, like him or hate him, he's been such a fixture for such an eon that it's funny to realize pretty soon he'll be gone, back to private citizenship down in Miami, someplace nice like Fisher Island.
But even funnier is the realization that, for the last couple of months, the Jebster and I have actually been, like, neighbors. We mortal civilians don't usually see heads of state as groovy people like ourselves - especially when they've got two presidents in the immediate family - but I got all the reminder I needed the first time I went jogging around my midtown house off Adams Street.
Yep, that would be the time I was heading toward Monroe and wondered, "Hey, what's that country-club looking joint with all the limos?" It didn't have a sign, but then, it didn't have a closed gate, either. What it did have, I discovered, was some way of notifying a bunch of suited, sunglassy dudes with earpieces that they should come out and say howdy to the dumb jogger.
Thus did I learn that the Bushes were my neighbors.
Since then, I've done a lot of wondering: What does that family do for fun in this town? Does the Gov. ever unwind, like my pops (and like the Gov.'s brother), by doing unnecessary yardwork? Do the Bushes host a book discussion club? How about a Super Bowl party? Do they eat sushi? A reliable source informed me of a Jeb sighting not too long ago at 50-cent night at Movies 8, but that's about all the straight dope I've ever gotten.
That's where y'all come in.
I'm looking for your stories. Close encounters of the Jeb kind, that's what I want. Did he compliment your puppy at Lake Ella? Did he get the green olives on a slice at Decent Pizza? Does he eat Indian at Samrat? Did you lap him on your daily joggin circuit? We've spent so many years focusing on the governor as Mr. Big Statewide Deciding Man, that I'd really like to hear what kind of a Tallahassee creature we had in that big ol' house for so many years.
Ground rules: keep it clean, keep it polite, and keep it honest. If you want your anecdotes to be publishable, you've gotta give me some kind of contact info for follow-up. (Don't worry, I won't pass it on to the NSA or anything.)
So how about it? Send those stories. Either post a comment or drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org.
And don't forget your Pop Candy!
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Jeb... the good neighbor?
Folks: I need your help.