Concession

I guess I should get off of my tail-less butt and write a concession entry. That's right. I lost. Bjorn won. Boo hoo. I guess the world isn't ready for a French Bulldog mayor yet. Maybe my shadow campaign wasn't such a great strategy after all. I did get at least three votes, though, and there's always next year.

Taking Time

With nine days to go until elections, I have been getting less sleep than usual. Every once in a while, though, I crash for a few hours. Dare I say cat nap?

A Leg Up

As a courtesy to the other candidates for mayor of Anoka, I would like to link to their web sites. I've searched tirelessly around the Internet for the last five minutes. Although I did find Bjorn's email address, I can't find a web site for either Bjorn Skogquist or Steve Schmidt.

Well fellow candidates, like the dog said to the fire hydrant: it looks like I've got a leg up on you.

Driver's Ed

Well, I tried to vote yesterday. My little old man costume didn't fool anyone. A nice lady at the door asked to see some identification. I asked what kind and if a certified pedigree certificate was suitable. She said no, but if I had a driver's license that would be sufficient. I asked her if she was crazy - did I look like I could drive. She sized me up and paused. No, I suppose not, she said. So, without a driver's license or a passport, I was turned away.

That's okay, though, because the primaries don't include voting for mayor. I have plenty of time to get my behind-the-wheel training before the real election.