My parents were political, on the left. I actually had my first political arguments in second grade, with my best friend of that single year in Seattle, Ralphie.
Both parents were trained economists, although my mother switched to psych when she was all but dissertation.
Ralphie's grandfather was a cofounder of Nordstrom's (which got its s…
My parents were political, on the left. I actually had my first political arguments in second grade, with my best friend of that single year in Seattle, Ralphie.
Both parents were trained economists, although my mother switched to psych when she was all but dissertation.
Ralphie's grandfather was a cofounder of Nordstrom's (which got its start in Seattle) and his mother was interior decorator to the Hoi Polloi of Seattle, including one John Ehrlichman, but I didn't know any of that back then.
During his Senate race against Helen Gahagan Douglas, in 1946, Nixon had called her an epithet that GOPers frequently applied to Democrats back then, and occasionally still do.
Anyway, Ralphie and I were in the car, my mother driving. I said to Ralphie, "you know, Ralphie, you really shoiuldn't vote for Nixon, because he called that lady in California something like an economist."
I know I'm quoting myself accurately, because my mother, who did not find much funny, thought what I'd said was absolutely hilarious, and told the story numerous times! She was a great mother, and I'm glad to have given her that enjoyment.
My parents were political, on the left. I actually had my first political arguments in second grade, with my best friend of that single year in Seattle, Ralphie.
Both parents were trained economists, although my mother switched to psych when she was all but dissertation.
Ralphie's grandfather was a cofounder of Nordstrom's (which got its start in Seattle) and his mother was interior decorator to the Hoi Polloi of Seattle, including one John Ehrlichman, but I didn't know any of that back then.
During his Senate race against Helen Gahagan Douglas, in 1946, Nixon had called her an epithet that GOPers frequently applied to Democrats back then, and occasionally still do.
Anyway, Ralphie and I were in the car, my mother driving. I said to Ralphie, "you know, Ralphie, you really shoiuldn't vote for Nixon, because he called that lady in California something like an economist."
I know I'm quoting myself accurately, because my mother, who did not find much funny, thought what I'd said was absolutely hilarious, and told the story numerous times! She was a great mother, and I'm glad to have given her that enjoyment.