You would think after all these years, I’d recognize a blog post when it was standing on my front porch, engaging me in conversation, commenting on my Megadeath T-Shirt. It was a moment virtually begging to be photographed so you could all be properly entertained. But no. I blew it. And for that I apologize.
My local City Councilman, Kevin McCarty, knocked on my door Saturday to introduce himself and tell me he was running for re-election. And I just stood there, listening to him, thinking about how he was probably younger than I was, impressed that he was walking around my neighborhood, keeping it real, shaking hands, one by one.
But did my blog brain kick in and think, OMG, I have to take a picture. This would make such a great blog post! I could pose him in such a way like you see at ribbon cutting ceremonies or whatever, two people shaking hands, smiling for the camera. I could have told him we had something in common. That we were BOTH running for re-election.
I could have told him, hey, I’ll vote for you if you vote for me.
I could have taken away a great photo of the two of us, but instead I got of photo of him with OTHER PEOPLE.
And he would have gotten all kinds of good publicity out of it because I would have blogged about it, and it would have been awesome and you people would have tweeted and Facebooked my post. It would have gone viral. And he would have become a nationwide sensation, and sixteen years from now, he would have been elected President of these United States.
And I would have that picture. Back from that day when he darkened my door step as a mere city councilman.
He seemed like a nice enough guy. He probably would have been a good sport about being the subject of an absurd and ridiculous NGIP post because this is not a political blog and I would not have pushed his political agenda or his political party, whatever THAT is. No, he would have just been a regular guy, like you and me.
But since I blew it, there will be no blog post today about Sacramento City Councilman Kevin McCarty.
I’m still kicking myself.