I put the door hanger with my information in place and a man across the street going to his car asked loud enough for me to hear:
“Lost cat?”
I walked toward him and said, “Political candidate.”
I handed him my information.
He looked at it.
“You’re the guy running for county board?”
“That’s me.”
“They say you’re a smart loser,” he said.
The answer came to me.
“Sir,” I said, “I’d rather be a smart loser than a stupid winner.”
He smiled.
He nodded.
He got in his car and drove away.
I kept walking down that street and up several others and up to every door.