I’ve been frantic for money ever since Babbie told me she’d be cleaning the toilets. That really set me off, and I’ve been on a money tear ever since. I picked up a nice piece in the market after the Cruz Alaska win. But it looks like the easy money there is gone. The stock I bought, COP, is now a long term value play. It’s got a long ways to go, but with short term potential. I’ll leave it there. She feels better now, and says she won’t clean the toilets any more often than she always does. What a relief. She really had me going.
The day after the Trump hit in Alaska, I began to think about all the times I’d done that before. After I took the bar exam in September of ’74, I caught up on the local news. It turns out a guy I hated, and intended to personally take out of the Senate, Mike Gravel, was running for reelection. I didn’t know he was up. Al I knew was there was a Democratic Senator in Alaska that everybody hated. That was all the intel I needed. My target was identified. This was so late in the campaign that the only thing I could do was write a letter to the editor of the Republican paper, the Anchorage Times.
I put together the most scathing denunciation I could think of. I wanted to assassinate this man’s character, to hurt him, to piss him off. I wanted him to know who I was, because he’d be hearing from me again.
Well, they printed the thing, because it was a pretty damning letter. And funny, to boot. I said he was a fork tongued politician. That was the phrase that stuck with people, because that’s in fact what he was.
My problem was I didn’t have a job yet. I was so stupid I didn’t realize that attacking a United States Senator, who was getting overwhelmingly reelected, and was known as a vindictive and hateful man, might not improve my employment prospects. I just thought that letter was pretty funny, and I was quite proud of it. Babbie was five months pregnant, with our first child, about to face her first winter alone, thousands of miles from her family and friends. That letter changed my life.
That’s the story I want to tell, after this is all over. It’s a story of my wife.
But I don’t have time for all that now. I want to sell that story to a literary agent, and see what they can get for it.
I need money for what I’m doing. I’m going to get an advance for what I’m about to do. And also, the story of my wife’s life with me. Have wife, gun, will travel. It’s been quite a ride.