I had planned to pack my stuff in storage in Philly and head to see Mom in Florida for a few weeks (which I still plan to do).
But then I got to thinking: I have no boss, no lease, and no wife. And the
leader of the Free World is about to be selected six hours away in the New Hampshire primary.
Manchester, New Hampshire, (the big red dot) is the largest city, about an hour north of Boston. I don't know anyone in New Hampshire, but I was thinking I might have some contacts in Boston. I asked around.
I saw Paul at Arny's New Year's Eve party in Baltimore. (By the way, both Paul and Phil have been harassing me nonstop to continue blogging, so this is in their honor.)
"Hey Paul, you know anyone in Boston?"
"No, but my sister-in-law lives in Manchester."
So I'm headed up to Manchester.
Today, I'm in New York, a half hour north of Manhattan, staying with friends at St. Vladimir's Seminary. Daniel and Nancy's student apartment overlooks a lovely lake. It's frozen. It's really cold, and I'm headed a lot further north tomorrow morning.
I've entitled this enterprise the New South Blogger. I've been living in the North and heading further that way. Life doesn't always fit our categories.
I will, however, be viewing the races from a more typically Southern perspective. At least, I'll be socially conservative. I plan to support Huckabee, although Ron Paul has been front and center on my radar all Fall. After being a steadfast, principled, never say die activist all my life despite the results (the South will rise again!), it's my turn to observe the political winds and jump on board. Go Huckabee!
It's a little crazy, jumping in my car on a whim and heading to New Hampshire in the freezing cold. It's even crazier to do it with two cats. That's right. Jet and Storm are along for the ride. Tabitha and Jaime and I got them this summer. The kids love them. Their mother is allergic to cats. I checked out of the apartment. The cats are on board.
Cats and like women. They find the one most sensitive, important spot in your world, physically or emotionally, and insist on sitting there. Jet and Storm sit by the brake and gas pedal. At home, they sit on my chair and laptop. That's where the action is.
So . . . I'm headed to New Hampshire to watch the action, to help somebody good get elected, and to make some contacts for my documentary. I'll talk more about it in my next blog posting. But Hillary will have to do a lot better for it to matter. New Hampshire election night is Tuesday. By then, Jet and Storm will be looking for some more southerly geography.