Singing in the rain, what a glorious feeling! The Clark county fair in Charlestown, Indiana (just a couple of miles north of Louisville, KY) was the place to be for a good time Friday evening, even if it was a bit soggy.
Kenn Gividen and I arrived a few minutes before the local party members to find a sloppy mess. We had our own little outside tent, rather than a booth in a building. We ended up having to trash some LP literature, notably a big stack of thoroughly soaked "million dollar bills." That's all right, they'll print more - much like the federal treasury.
The cavalry came riding in right behind us. The lovely and charming Floyd County chair Grace Martin came out, as well as Greg Hertzch. John Harbeson is our Clark County chair, and the missus thoughtfully brought a most useful bag full of towels. Besides being the bringer of towels, Debbie Harbeson also writes a mean column. Check out her group. Check out the local party website.
All the political and most of the commercial stuff was stuck way in the back corner of the fairgrounds. Considering that, and the rainy, overcast and highly humid conditions, I frankly wasn't expecting much traffic.
We probably didn't see quite as many people as we did last week in Hamilton county particularly, but I still went through probably 200 cards. I was pretty satisfied with that.
The locals also had nice blue "Vote Libertarian" balloons for the kiddies. This gave a chance to at least figuratively kiss some babies like a good politician. Plus I got to teach some kids how to bop brothers and parents and politicians with balloons. "Take that, you Republican, you!" Now, now, don't be calling your little brother names like that.
This slightly lighter traffic also gave me more time for singing. I do enjoy this campaigning stuff, and the the fellowship of my Libertarian brethren (along with the smell of elephant ears and the bleating of 4H goats) just seems to fill my heart with song.
"Mountain Dew" was my primary song choice of the night, and soon everybody around knew all about short Uncle Nort who thinks he's a giant when he gets him a pint. Local Clark County party members (specifically Miss Debbie), however, were notably somewhat more open than previous party locals in telling me when it was time to pick a new song.