As If I Needed A Reminder
It’s 3:27 AM, Thursday, November 22, 2012. Thanksgiving. Obama won but all the news isn’t bad. Meg and I are moving to West Virginia today (the cool, pretty part). She’ll be getting up in 2 hours and we’ll leave.
I have been a student of politics for a long time. I was disillusioned for a while. Being in Little Rock has been interesting. If nothing else, my interest in politics and faith in this here American Experiment has been renewed.
This has been in no small part to the office and representation of Rep Tim Griffin (R-AR). The dude wrote me messages on Facebook, man! Talk about Andrew Jackson-like accessibility! And his local office…omg. Here and now, …Jason McGee deserves credit. Can you imagine ME?…on the other end of a phone? Talk about crazy! Once, I kid you not, I had Capitol Police Special Agent Brad talking to me on the phone. He said he was going to send some local boys out. I was on the phone with Jason when they showed up. “OH! I am just emphatic. Not dangerous.” I said to the po-po while holding out the telephone saying, “I have my Congressman’s guy on the phone now. Wanna ask HIM if I am OK?” Thank you, Jason!
And, let me say this, too…and this hurts….. The cops in Little Rock are decent. Unlike the town from which I moved from, the police here are NOT looking for bullsh*t reasons to arrest people.
AR Sen John Boozman is another good guy. He actually SIGNED letters. NOT form letters…REAL letters specifically addressed to my policy questions. For a political junkie like me that kind of stuff is the equivalent of Elvis’ jock-strap.
All this may seem silly to you all, but I am a wide-eyed Jeffersonian Optomist and this kind of engagement reawakened me. I am thankful to Arkansas for that.
May it never be said I am not fair. I give credit where credit is due….and I have.
Now, let me pull the string that ties this all together.
Have there been benefits from being here? Yes? But there is a lot I won’t miss.
I won’t miss the piss-poor customer service. I have dealt with the public my whole life, many years as a professional waiter, and I KNOW Customer Service. Many down here act like they are doing you a favor when they turn from their cell-phone conversations to help you.
I won’t miss the lecherous, primal rutting Neanderthals that pass as MEN down here….gawking, drooling and constantly trying to sidle up to my wife, trying to convince her that it’s OK for her to give them her number because they just want to be friends and they don’t care about her husband. Oh, they should care. They should care very much. If they don’t….well….I’ll buy them a cup of coffee and explain it.
I won’t miss the self-indulgent attitudes. I won’t miss driving down Colonel Glenn and seeing groups of thugs. I won’t miss being afraid to be outside.
Which brings me back to my point. I won’t miss the RANDOM GUNSHOTS that ring out through the night…every night. 3:27 AM….BANG!…..pause…BANG! Regularly.
I knew someone who was a server at a Denny’s here. She went outside to smoke. 5 minutes after she went back inside someone was shot in the parking lot.
I haven’t lived everywhere but I have lived a few places. This city is the most consistently aggressively violent place I have ever lived. I can hardly wait to leave!