99 Word Blog (#062) Was It For Kicks Or Kickbacks?


c1980, my father permitted a family friend, “Henry”, running for City Council, to post his campaign sign in our front yard. Subsequently, somebody destroyed it.

It’s a fair bet that somebody had been our moneygrubbing, narcissistic neighbor, “Lou”… Henry’s only competition.

Since, most assuredly, Lou didn’t shive a git about bettering our municipality, his running such a dirty campaign for such a low paying job likely meant he EITHER needed to feed his ego OR he planned to feed the ubiquitous, under the table, dirty money into his bankbook… a commonplace occurrence within small towns devoid of investigative journalists.