Guess what? I got a break!
Late yesterday afternoon I ventured out again, with the goal to introduce myself as the neighborhood volunteer for the Democratic party. The sun was out but very, very windy as I crossed over the no man's land patch of land between my development and the development where I usually walk and where today I was going again attempt to make my introductions.
The first door I knock, no answer. Another strike out. I check my list of names and addresses on my clipboard, fighting the wind flapping my papers around. With all the noise I'm making I'm announcing my arrival.
Next house I walk up the three steps and boldly knock on the door. As I've said before, I'm absolutely hating knocking on strangers' doors. Fear of rejection - bothering people - loss of control - not cool - et al.
The door opens. I ask "Are you John Hamilton?" A pleasant looking thin man, a few years younger than me (most everyone is younger than me these days) answers "No, he moved". Strike out again! Remember, last week the first door I knock on the nice lady answered and gave me the same answer. Am I being punked?
Well, I had a nice conversation with this man. During our conversation I asks him if he was a registered Democrat. He was not. He said he was an Independent which, actually I am. Maybe if I had registered Independent I wouldn't have been volunteered for this present adventure. But I digress.
With a handshake, I finished our conversation. But during the conversation Mr. B. (name omitted to protect
Folks, it is now 7:07 am. The yard sale is from 8 am to 12 pm.
I'm going to have some breakfast now, then put on my white shirt, blue sweater with my local neighborhood Democratic volunteer badge and descend on the unsuspecting this morning.
This should be good.