A few of us got together this week at a local café. The poor baristas hardly knew what hit their tidy little shop. Who could possibly be making all that racket, with crossfire conversations and laughter that might have set off the seismograph at the local library?
Let’s see: one ex-rep, spending her summer on the road with her husband, back in town for a brief visit. Two current legislators, fresh off a busy session. There was a friend who like me has avoided elective office and found other ways to be up to her neck in politics. And there were women at the table for whom politics is like heat rash, to be tolerated only on a temporary basis.
God bless them, every one. We often agree on policies and politicians, but not always. We are opinionated. We might even be outspoken when prudence would dictate otherwise. (Moi…?)
None of that mattered. We were there as friends, valuing each other, talking about the families we love to distraction, sharing our plans for the future. We weren’t there for shop talk.
I couldn’t help but think about all I’d have missed with some of those women if I’d hidden behind my badge at the State House, settling for their votes without getting to know them. We’ve moved past positions and become friends. It took time, but here we are.
