I can’t tell you the last time until yesterday that I drove to a political fundraiser in the middle of the day – a beautiful day, no less.
After having gotten directions – a supposed 55 minutes from where I live – I arrived at my destination around two hours after I departed for it. Little did the directions say about how long it would take me to get through Baltimore City (I refuse to pay $4 for a one-way shot through the tunnels or over the Key Bridge. Hell, I’d rather pay more in gas and add additional time to a trip than give into those exorbitant toll prices! But, an hour? Really!?) but I guess I had no one but myself to blame. And, on top of it, I took a drive through Fells Point to see what’s become of one of my old haunts. Old haunt, indeed.
Anyway, I arrived at Meagan Simonaire’s (a Republican candidate for the House of Delegates in District 31B) fundraiser just in time to miss her speaking to the gathered masses, which still numbered about 40 folks upon my arrival.
I chatted with a few people who were present, most notably Meagan Simonaire’s father, Senator Bryan Simonaire, and the host of the fundraiser, at whose beautiful waterfront home approximately a half mile shy of the gate at Gibson Island on Mountain Road in Pasadena it was held – some gent named Will.
Will was a great host. Let me tell you, this was about the 1000th such event I’ve been to in my middling 55 years and he was gracious and helpful beyond words. I walked out of there swearing I’d known the guy for at least the last 15 years. And, as for Bryan Simonaire, we discussed a little shop talk, a little about his daughter’s candidacy, and a little about how deliberative I said I always thought he was.
And, of course, I also talked with Meagan Simonaire, the candidate for the House of Delegates, and the reason I had made the trek to just this side of Gibson Island. I asked her what she spoke about, briefly explaining that I’d apparently just missed her comments. With a smile, she asked another attendee; “What didn’t I talk about?”
(Meagan Simonaire Surrounded by a Couple of Rogue-ish Bastards. Me (viewer left) and David Warren – the bald one)
I asked her what her polling was showing and she replied by telling me that the race is “very winnable.” I smiled, and told her that I really thought she was going to win. Apparently, she is now third (as in the top three) of the GOP candidates running. She added that “almost two years” of going door to door has really started to pay off. That must be why, I said, I saw all of those “Meagan Simonaire” signs before I hit and along Mountain Road. In particular, I noted a few locations that had signs for both her and House Minority Leader, Nic Kipke, (who’s all but guaranteed to come in number one on the balloting for House of Delegates in 31B). So, if that’s the case, the guy running number two has her breathing down his neck and the guy running number 4 – the odd man out – looks like he’s going to get dumped.
Other candidates running for the House of Delegates include, among others, former Congressional candidate, Faith Loudon, and current Delegate and world renowned boat navigator, Don Dwyer.
I told Meagan Simonaire that I’d been hearing that she still lived at home, as in never moved out. She laughed and told me that THAT simply wasn’t true, before adding that she’d initially moved out at around the age of 17 or 18 and just moved back home a few months ago to assist in caring for her grandmother.
Apparently, Meagan’s grandfather had been taken ill with a rather debilitating disease and her grandma (who I’ve been told was also in attendance yesterday) is there now and after 47 years of marriage needed some help.
As usual, obstinate pig that I am, I had the last word. Meagan Simonaire listened politely as I told her that the last thing the MD GOP needs is more of people like me running for office: More middle aged white guys. Yeah, it’s going to take a while to change the current dynamics, but when you have someone like you (her), I told her, well, you’re exactly what the MDGOP needs: A young, smart, attractive and articulate woman – who knows your stuff. And, THAT is what the Republican Party needs – not just in Maryland, but nationwide. Death to us middle aged male fogeys! Long live youth!
Then, she was gracious enough to pose for a few pictures and I was on my way home. As fate would have it, and as is almost always the case, I made it back in just under an hour’s time – or the amount of time it should have taken for me to get there in the first place. Go figure.