The campaign moves on. Door knocking. A couple of parades. Meeting with groups.


This morning was beautiful with the fog. I try not to pound on doors before 10 a.m., but that is the best time of day to walk the streets when it gets so humid later. My limit is about 3 p.m. when the heat gets pretty oppressive, at least for those of us in the northland. I thought to myself today, "this is just too hot," got in the car and the external thermostat said 81 degrees, which really shouldn't be too hot in any circumstance. 


While involved with this political race, I have been ignoring the national news completely. I overheard conversation about the Ferguson riots in the gas station today and thought to myself: What am I really missing by not keeping up on this event? 


Wars. Too many wars. Ukraine, Gaza, Syria. Refugees by the 100s of thousands. More trouble in Iraq. Terrific inhumanity towards civilians. 


Could we be any more blessed to be in the center of a huge, relatively peaceful continent where a relatively minor (compared to world conflicts) series of riots in Missouri dominates the news and makes us wonder if things are falling to pieces? 


As I drive around the peaceful highways of northern Minnesota watching wheat harvest, watching the colors slowly start to turn tan, looking at the bumper crop of wildflowers in the ditches, I can only think that we are amongst the most fortunate people in the world. 


So, if I get somebody who got up on the wrong side of the bed come to a door, it isn't the worst thing. 


People ask, "How is the campaign going?" 


My answer really is: We'll find out November 4 and probably not before. My work until then is cut out. I'll do the work and let the chips fall where they may. 


I am keeping a detailed journal of my thoughts while campaigning, as naturally, I can't let fly with the details here!


But let's just say I've learned this: People have more dogs than I ever imagined. Most front doors are not used. Fewer than 60% of doorbells function. My Grandpa was correct: A house without at least some shrubbery or flowers looks as if nobody lives there. Sometimes I am shocked when somebody answers the door of an utterly unadorned house. Ironically, most of my houses have been barely adorned with plants as I got my plant fix at the nursery and didn't need one at home. That may change. 


Pardon my infrequent updates: The campaign is all that is on my mind, and it doesn't lend itself to disclosure. I will write the story later. 




The campaign moves on. Door knocking. A couple of parades. Meeting with groups.

This morning was beautiful with the fog. I try not to pound on doors before 10 a.m., but that is the best time of day to walk the streets when it gets so humid later. My limit is about 3 p.m. when the heat gets pretty oppressive, at least for those of us in the northland. I thought to myself today, "this is just too hot," got in the car and the external thermostat said 81 degrees, which really shouldn't be too hot in any circumstance. 

While involved with this political race, I have been ignoring the national news completely. I overheard conversation about the Ferguson riots in the gas station today and thought to myself: What am I really missing by not keeping up on this event? 

Wars. Too many wars. Ukraine, Gaza, Syria. Refugees by the 100s of thousands. More trouble in Iraq. Terrific inhumanity towards civilians. 

Could we be any more blessed to be in the center of a huge, relatively peaceful continent where a relatively minor (compared to world conflicts) series of riots in Missouri dominates the news and makes us wonder if things are falling to pieces? 

As I drive around the peaceful highways of northern Minnesota watching wheat harvest, watching the colors slowly start to turn tan, looking at the bumper crop of wildflowers in the ditches, I can only think that we are amongst the most fortunate people in the world. 

So, if I get somebody who got up on the wrong side of the bed come to a door, it isn't the worst thing. 

People ask, "How is the campaign going?" 

My answer really is: We'll find out November 4 and probably not before. My work until then is cut out. I'll do the work and let the chips fall where they may. 

I am keeping a detailed journal of my thoughts while campaigning, as naturally, I can't let fly with the details here!

But let's just say I've learned this: People have more dogs than I ever imagined. Most front doors are not used. Fewer than 60% of doorbells function. My Grandpa was correct: A house without at least some shrubbery or flowers looks as if nobody lives there. Sometimes I am shocked when somebody answers the door of an utterly unadorned house. Ironically, most of my houses have been barely adorned with plants as I got my plant fix at the nursery and didn't need one at home. That may change. 

Pardon my infrequent updates: The campaign is all that is on my mind, and it doesn't lend itself to disclosure. I will write the story later.