That's my dad with his '49 Chevy DeLuxe. He comes from a family of rock-ribbed Republicans and found his way to the Democrats because of his union. He's been a successful small businessman and provided for four children with native smarts and hard work. He's also an atomic veteran who risked his health in an Operation Teapot detonation, and cares deeply about national security. Atypically, he voted for Bush in 2000, and again despite having called him an "idiot" following the "Bring 'em on!" remark.
I'm not sure which part of the GOP line he bought, but he bought it.
Now he's not having any of it.
He called me this morning and said, "Somebody put an Obama sign at the end of my driveway, and now this morning it's gone."
Was this a roundabout way of asking where he could get one? "I can check at the HQ today and see if they have any left--" I offered.
"Would you do that? God damn it, that's not right what they are doing."
"McCain people?"
"Yes. Every day I get something in the mail from the Republican headquarters and it pisses me off. They play dirty. I'm sick of it."
So, let's hope Kevin at the HQ has an Obama sign for Dad.
And Dad--welcome back to the fold!