The Burrow

OFA invited me to a public event on a sunny Saturday morning.  I debated taking Amster's boys, but got caught up in the fact that they are now older than CTG will ever be, and so I went on my own.  That took some courage, a prophylactic email to the organizer affirming that there would be security, and the ability to stand for an hour or two.  I had it covered, but I was still anxious. But Topher Spiro , policy wonk hero, was driving a bus across the USofA , and he chose to stop in Tucson.  Civic pride and curiosity about his message to exhausted members of the choir (after a resounding victory on healthcare) combined to propel me across town.  I knew I'd made the right decision when I saw his shirt. Big Cuter wore the same shirt  last week in Indiana.   Explaining it to me , he called it his stealth shirt , the message arcane enough to be safe in any political environment. Veterans for Peace were there to keep us safe, but ther...

It started as a blast email. OFA , the grassroots organizing spin off from President Obama's first election, wondered if I had an Obamacare story to share.  I sent them 3 sentences: I was shot 10' from Gabby Giffords.  I overspent my lifetime maximum insurance payouts  Without the ACA, I'd have been uninsured and uninsurable until I turned 65. A please reply and register for a time email followed, but we were in D.C.  for the weekend and I was having too much fun to respond to what looked like another boilerplate request. On Monday,, another email arrived.  This one included the phrase I want to bump your response up the line  and offered me another attempt to schedule a conversation.  I was flattered.  I was intrigued.  I tried to sign up. The link was broken.  Via email, I bitched a little and said that I could be reached any morning at 8am Arizona time (except Tuesday, which is reserved for the Pilates Diva) .... and that I was ho...