Let the marathon begin
The first signs of the impending race appeared just after dawn. The premature exhibition of adequiste posters on various utility poles in the upper town guaranteed that the “best real estate” belongs to the early bird, because the writ didn’t drop until close to lunch time.
I still want to learn the etymology of that phrase, so off to the Wiki we go. Here we are: Drop the Writ . Not nearly as painful as many other lapsed procedures, I assure you. In any case, the Lieutenant Governor has done the most important task in the repertoire; what a bargain at only $147k per year in expenses.
It’s worth noting; by the trip homeward there were no other posters in place. Are the other parties saving themselves for later in the race, or were they caught by surprise (pants down, hand in the cookie jar, etc.)?
So we now get to watch those who can burn their way through enough money to buy a small tropical island in only six weeks. I guess it takes a lot of granola for the several hundred runners to complete the marathon in a healthful and timely fashion. Imagine the stress for the rest of us if they don’t arrive at the polls by the appointed date.
As a minor political junkie, I should be able to find a few moments of humour between now and springtime. Let the marathon begin.
