He still needs to describe how he likes long walks on the beach.
Then his campaign resume could be used as an eHarmony application.
Actually, I'm kind of concerned about something else.
And remember, franksolich is
genuinely concerned for the big guy, his fellow Nebraskan. There's so few of us we have to look out for each other, and I suspect I'm doing a pretty good job of watching out for Omaha Steve.
The big guy's a few years older than myself. In his campaign stuff, he tells us all this stuff he did in high school, and what he does at the Omaha waterworks. That's a, uh, pretty large gap there, between 1975 and circa 2007, or whenever it was he went to the waterworks. In fact, that's 32 years.
We do know that he was a groundskeeper or caddy or something at a municipal golf course for a couple or so years before he went to the waterworks. That sort of narrows the gap, but the gap's still a whooping 30 years, which is much longer than a missing eighteen-and-a-half minutes.
What was he doing inbetweentimes, which coincided with the most active years of his adulthood?
Now, I don't think my fellow Nebraska was up to anything especially nefarious, or anything to be ashamed of, but for some reason he doesn't talk about those decades of his life. Maybe he wasn't doing so well, maybe he made some mistakes that he'd rather forget about.
The other day, there was posted a "happy birthday, franksolich" thread here in the DUmpster--it's been since moved to the Sandhills forum--in which franksolich was utterly honest and straightforward about himself, the bad in addition to the good. That franksolich didn't do so well, or made some mistakes he'd rather forget about, in no way diminishes franksolich. Life does that to everybody; I don't know anybody to whom it hasn't.
I think my fellow Nebraskan needs to emulate franksolich, and tell all.
I have a lot in common with my fellow Nebraskan, other than his bulk, and his Hate, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony. I know how the big guy feels.
My fellow Nebraskan was a big guy in high school, his teenaged years; in fact, he was rather fat. Maybe he was friendly, outgoing, gregarious, and all that, but surely there must've been a strong undercurrent of fear, insecurity, and an inferiority complex. After all, no one's really comfortable being the fat kid.
And so in between his teenaged years and his ascent into senior-citizenship, he doesn't think he did anything worthwhile. I dunno; I don't think he did anything particularly bad, but it'd be nice for him to illuminate the voters of Bellevue what he was up to, during that more-than-half-of his life.