Election Day

For the past couple of years Dad volunteered to be the campaign manager for a friend of his that was running for town council. Election Day is tomorrow and it feels weird not hearing Dad talk about it. He would be telling me about all the money he was able to raise and all the people he sold on voting for his friend. He explained to me that it was just another form of salesmanship. (Anyone who knew Dad, also knew that he could sell ice to an Eskimo). He would recruit and organize people to work the polls to give that last minute boost. He really enjoyed it even though it was a lot of walking. He was successful at this as well. Two terms is all his friend wanted and two term is what Dad gave him.
Election Day also reminds me that I don't have him around to ask what this candidate stands for and what do you think about this guy. Dad was a Republican but he always said vote for the person, not the party. Never vote strait ticket.
I always thought that Dad should have ran for office...Lord knows he would have done a better job than anyone else (Republican or Democrat).I guess he was too honest. There was a function in South Carolina that Mom and Dad attended. Dad was mingling with the crowd and Mom just let him work his magic. He was talking to gentleman and Mom heard someone say " Who's that guy talking to Bruce Hannon ?" Mom looked back and told them "That's the Governor of South Carolina".
Tomorrow morning I will go to the polls. I will listen to the campaign volunteers push their candidates. I will not vote straight ticket. I will fill out my ballot with the person best suited for the job. I will put on my "I Voted" sticker. I will do all this and Dad will be there with me in heart and memory.