I walked into my garage yesterday evening, and saw a car in my driveway. Kind of disturbing, really, as we’re a long way off the road, and don’t typically get many visitors (let alone unexpected strangers). About all we get are FedEx and UPS trucks, and maybe the mail lady, if she’s bringing a parcel in that won’t fit in the mailbox. At least it wasn’t a cop car (not that I was doing anything particularly illegal or anything, but, as David Crosby said about seeing a police car in his rear view mirror, “it increases my paranoia.” I approached with caution.

Turned out to be nothing sinister, just a nice guy from the Working Families Party, wanting me to sign a petition to get some people on the ballot on the WFP line. No problem. I’m a petition signed from way back (as long as it’s not something about declaring marriage to be between a man and a woman or something). And I was even wearing my “Just Say NOW! Legalize Marijuana” t-shirt. I’m not sure if legalizing pot is part of the WFP platform or not. But it ought to be.

Unfortunately, the candidates were all Democrats. All swell folks, I’m sure, but I’d like to see the WFP get their own candidates on the ballot. Not the statewide races, but the local ones. Start getting WFP candidates on the school boards and town councils and work their way up to the county legislatures. That’s the way to get a party started (that, or a keg of beer).

Not that I’m gonna get off my ass and do it. I’m not a knocking on doors, making phone calls kind of guy.

Oh well, the weekend’s just about over. And I’m looking at a five-day week that starts off with a dentist appointment. This is gonna suck.