Friday, July 27, 2012
Senators Enzi and Rockefeller
We live on a street where you are bound to run in to just about anyone. Senator Enzi from Wyoming lives a few houses down. We met him when we first moved here at a birthday party for our grandson. The good Senator gave him a Sacajawea coin. If you believe in six degrees of separation, one of my high school friends is somehow connected to one of the Senator's kids. Her best friend is married to one of them or something like that. I saw Senator Enzi walking in front of the house on his way to an early evening event. As I was walking home for lunch today, there was a sign at the Truckers Association Building that there was a luncheon for Senator Rockefeller. I don't know him, but my grandson, who was about six years old at the time, met Senator Rockefeller at a hearing that he attended with a friend of his. This friend's father was being confirmed for a National Security position. When I walked back to work, the black SUV limo with West Virginia license plates was parked out in front of the building, ready to escort the Senator back to wherever he was headed after lunch. I don't recall running in to anyone like this in Milwaukee. And I know that when I was six years old, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I wonder if it will mean anything having had all this exposure to people we hear about and see on the news. I like to think of it as living history, and continue to get lessons on a daily basis.