Irony is a harsh handmaiden.
I started with sorting paperwork as part of Operation Sell-the-House. And what should show up first? A box of campaign paraphernalia from my 1988 run for the Oregon legislature. A campaign that ended up in a narrow margin loss.
Budgets. Newspaper articles. Endorsements. Buttons. Campaign literature.
Lots of good memories. And a reminder that I could never imagine wasting more of my life with political activity. Especially, as a candidate.
And who is that guy in the photograph? It is hard to believe I was ever that young. But the 39-year old guy in the brochure is now over two decades older.
So, off goes most of the stuff to the city dump. With a few reminders to keep me from stepping into the arena again.
The photograph at the top of the post is the cover of the campaign's first brochure. But this is my favorite photograph.
Having no children of my own, I borrowed my brother's son, Ryan, to highlight the "schools" policy in the brochure.
Ryan is now in his 30s with a son of his own -- both of whom I should see this coming weekend at Thanksgiving dinner in Portland.