The candidate’s mom called so you have to show up.

 

My mom.

The voice mail message on my cell had a 919 area code.

That’s North Carolina.

I don’t know anybody in North Carolina.

Not anybody that would be calling me on a Sunday afternoon anyway.

But it was Will Guzzardi’s mom.

No really.

She was reminding me that I had volunteered to do poll watching on Tuesday and that meant showing up at 5AM to get my final marching orders and precinct assignment.

I didn’t need the reminder, but it was good to receive it if only to assure me that the campaign has their stuff together.

She has a sweet voice.

Will Guzzardi’s mom, I mean.

I have done a lot of elections, but I have never been contacted by the candidate’s mom before.

My first election was with my mom.

Door to door for Adlai Stevenson in 1952.

I was four.

I wasn’t solid for Stevenson, but like with Will Guzzardi, when mom calls you got to show up.