The Kellen Voter is on my mind. Bluedog union Dem or big hearted moderate conservative family. Meet Kellen and sit down and talk about what really matters to you, here, and ma'am I've never had better pie voter. The Kellen Voter decides if this is a landslide or not. The Kellen Voter did not come out of that liking the Worrisome Man any more.
I have in mind a retired couple who were neighbors in rural eastern Tennessee, two of my most valued friends. If they had lived in rural Charlotsville they would have been on Kellen’s campaign rounds and if he had sat down with them they would have been Kellen Voters.
Our Kellen Voter friends are so wholesome and solild Norman Rockwell would spontaneously combust on first contact. When we moved from Tennessee I tried to give our friends our old John Deere Gator for all he’d done for us: if god himself had at that moment descended from the Heavens in a hailstorm of cherubim and stood between us on the grass He would have been unable to prevent my friend from paying me for it. One early warm day in spring our daughters and a neighbors’ went banana’s in the mud flats by the lake and she was there with hot chocolate like every girl’s fantasy of a saucy gramma with rosy cheeks and really cozy towels.
Two years ago on a roadtrip from Ontario to Florida I stopped and stayed the night. He’s a Korean War vet and unrelatedly good with a skillet. I had brought some real Canadian peameal back bacon which he grilled and added eggs and grits yo and made a Southernadian breakfast that could stop a charging moose (should one find itself wandering lost in Tennessee.) We had long before talked all through the obvious issues of race and history. They both had grown enormously on these issues over the years, they were the first to offer, as had I.
So, lets’ talk Trump. He shook his head and scowled seriously and said he really believed that Trump had a deep love for this country. They’d both voted for Obama the first time but this socialism and too much government, and... She pursed her lips and watched him say that and paused when I looked to her. “I’ve never liked him.” I told them I thought he was exactly what he looked like and didn’t give a tinker’s damn for anything but himself.
We had a wonderful visit as old friends do. I would love to stop again on that beautiful Smokey Mountain lake again with a slab of honest peameal Canadian back bacon again and ask my friends if they are feeling better about Trump now. I could tag some Kellen Voters on social media and ask them if they feel better about Trump after the debate. But that would be rude, and that has been something Kellen Voters never really liked about that troubling man.