The Writer's Life 1/12 - Dumb Luck

Several times I've heard conservative radio talk show host Sean Hannity lament that it's a given that 47% of voters will vote for the nominee of the Democrats. I've always thought that figure too high, although my opinion is based solely on gut instinct. I'd guess 42%. Anyway, an article in today's NY Post may refute the number entirely. According to a 2015 poll, only 29% of Americans identify as Democrats, 26% as Republicans and 42% as independents. Of course, that still does not prove that 47% aren't aligned against the GOP candidate, but it is food for thought. It does reflect the disgust many have with both parties and why Trump's candidacy has resonated. He is not really a Republican, but he may prove, if elected, to be a common sense Democrat, something that has been absent from the political scene at the highest level since JFK. At least that is what I would hope. It's never a good idea to place one's hope with any politician. The best recourse is to work hard toward the life one desires. For at least 50% of the population, that means hurdling the roadblocks pols put in the way of the pursuit of happiness.

Since I have only one Russian book in my inventory -- one geared toward children -- I decided to forgo my usual nook and set up shop on Bay Parkway. Having no idea when a parking space will open up, I always post a time on my Facebook page that gives me plenty of leeway. Today I said 12:30, I was there by eleven. It was a while before someone showed interest. A young mom bought eight children's books. Then Jack emerged from Chase on his lunch break, and I suggested Frederick Forsyth's 70's blockbuster, The Dogs of War, which he bought. It seemed that would be it until I heard someone call my name. It was Ralph, at the parking meter across the street, who usually does his banking on Saturday. He was just as surprised to see me as I him. He bought five works of non-fiction. Soon a woman pushing a walker called to me from the ramp that leads to the ATM room. Although I didn't recognize her, I waved, assuming it was a woman who bought three hardcovers Saturday. It was Cathy, whom I assumed had passed away, so deathly pale had she been each time I'd seen her in the past, and whose prognosis was dire. She still has oxygen tubes pressed to her nose, but her color has improved dramatically. Alas, the news was still not good. She'd broken an ankle and wrist in a fall and had cast on each and, a 9/11 First Responder, she has been diagnosed with lung cancer. She is determined to beat it as she has every other affliction that has assailed her. Fortunately, she qualifies for Zadroga coverage. She bought Rising Star for her husband Tommy, and was thrilled when I gave her, as a thank you, the Ultimate Sinatra CD I burned on my PC. Lastly, Mr. Conspiracy showed as I was packing up and paid for the book I recently let him have on credit. There's nothing like the support of acquaintances -- and dumb luck.

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