There is quite an interesting discussion going on below regarding elections, and I’ve had little to say due to my cynicism. This stems from my having run for office in 1996. Yes, I lost, but that outcome was not the real learning experience. My opponent was a nice lady who grasped some of the significant elements of campaigning that I did not. She understood, for instance, as she went door-to-door, that the important outcome of each encounter was not exchange of information. Rather, when she left a doorstep, she left the understanding that she was in agreement with the person who answered the door. That was a smart thing, and as I would learn not even a bad thing.
You can call this inborn stupidity, but it was my first true foray into the electoral process, and I had a rather quixotic notion that I was carrying information to people who lacked my insight. I offered my views plainly. This created a rift, as there were a few issues that some people cared very deeply about. They become what we call a “third rail”, named after trains that run on tracks supplied by electricity, which is the third rail. You can safely ride the train and get to your destination, but touch that third rail and you die.




We are scheduled for a meeting tomorrow with our homeowners insurance agent, who works for State Farm. I’ve been busy gathering data, and it has taken me places I did not know I would go. I won’t give our personal numbers here, but the keys to our insurance are two: our location, and the “replacement cost” that is used to calculate the face of our policy and our annual premium.