Last week, I was on the phone with a friend who lives on the West Coast.
"Do California politicians stand on street corners, holding up signs and waving at traffic?" I asked.
"Do our politicians do what?"
"Stand on corners, waving at cars. Usually they're dressed really nice, even if it's raining."
"No way," she said. "That's bizarre. What are they trying to do? Lock up the reckless driver vote? Our politicians just shake hands and kiss babies."
I like the friendly politician thing we have going on. It has a charming, small-townish feel. But in recent weeks, when they've been on darn near every corner in town, I've had a strange urge to join them.
If you see a woman standing on a corner, holding up a sign that says "Not running. Just friendly," that'll be me.
I might get my daughter to stand with me. Have her hold up a sign that says "Honk if you support honking."
We have several months before the general election nears, and they start gathering on the corners again.
Time to make signs.
I'm not sure why political season stirs me in ways that aren't normal, or why my attention is so often focused on political signs. I tire of seeing the same names over and over, grow weary of their use of only red, white and blue. I resent their blatant disregard for the unwritten rule limiting poles and trees for posting yard-sale and lost-pet notices.