Then a month or two prior to the April election day, the Red Red Robin as in Rob and even Bob came bob, bob bobbin’ along (again). And we’re not just talking about the thrush that has now been seen as its springtime. Local candidates proliferated almost by the day as March Madness set in, and the polls beckoned.

What About Bob for the Board of Education? Or Rob? As in Bob B, or Rob B? And a few other intro letters in combo as Joe is milking a joke again. With a few exceptions aided by the pandemic, prompting use of both buzz words and one like “metrics,” they and their stances might seem one and the same, as it could be seen as all about either Bob, as their signs were out all over yards and ditches early-on. Others soon followed with their takes, first other School Board candidates, then some village and city trustee candidates, then hopefuls for state superintendent of public instruction and lastly, a couple more trustees in waiting.
As seemed to be dictated by how close proximity the signs were placed, there were some with web site names you could log onto that literally bordered on 100 characters. That’s much more than three classrooms worth of sniffly kids to reach.
And then there was that wind (of change?) on consecutive days that not only blew some signs down, especially on The Morning After, and after that, but also wrapped them around each other if all on the same pike. And with the laws that now dictate how long you can keep a sign up, many were still up and running well into Wednesday, and one in the tiny front of That Little Old House On Monroe Street remained in place even well after that. And furthermore, and further into the week, you could still see those gaggle of signs on the corner by that old store name called Freedom (of speach?), half hawking hopefuls and half specific-niche businesses, (lobbying potential?) Half had soon blown down as the wind had shifted, so to speak.
But on days before, there were men from Mars, women from Venus — and candidates of both genders on Pluto! That’s where a coalition who were, jointly, advertising their merits on that new cable channel. One who I will not name was a downtown-friendly person to a degree, if you get my drift, at least back in the day. Before election day
And this latest election day was showing promise to Be Big On The Turnout, riding on the coattails of a presidential campaign that set a new lack of boundaries, from here to the Boundary Waters and beyond, so the observing pole sitters, and I’m were there were a few, were in a position to get a form of “exercise” that found them getting more squat.