July 23, 2007 03:55 PM UTC

This Isn't How We Do It Down South

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• by: kate

I attended the El Paso County Democrats meeting last week in Colorado Springs with my husband and two children. Cause nothing says family time like b*tching about the Bankruptcy Bill over an all-you-can-eat pizza/pasta buffet.

My boys and I grabbed some complex carbohydrates and settled back to learn a thing or two about our new hometown and the people who live here. A few of them anyway.

Thirty-five people in attendance and a good crowd, according to Allison Hunter, the club’s president. Looking around the room, I couldn’t help but notice my family of four brought the median age down to seventy.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

A few smiles here and there, but someone should have come over and said hello. No such welcome wagon occurred – as if a young, middle-class family attending a Democratic event in this town isn’t a rarity.

When we all know it is.

Next time, someone ought to at least look like they appreciate the fact that a few newcomers shut off the television, got out of the house, and attended a local meeting. They need a volunteer to play Julie McCoy? Maybe I should apply. My smile would make anyone feel at home.

Richard Skorman, local business owner and activist, spoke on behalf of Senator Ken Salazar. Skorman was well-informed and exceedingly polite, especially when a few members complained about the Senator’s less-than-liberal voting record. One guy had a list of embarrassing and enraging comprises that Salazar gets away with only because the alternative is Pete Coors.

Coors. Can’t stomach the guy’s *beer* much less his politics.

Skorman talked about recycling issues, impact fees, and the need for better lightbulbs. Local evangelicals are even on board to start making the environment a priority. Skorman came across as tolerant, open-minded, and accessible – even during disagreements. Character traits transferable to his boss as well.

Perhaps the same can be said for the whole crowd. Perhaps. But first I’ll have to meet a few of them.

Then I’ll let you know.

***cross-posted at www.outinleftfield.com***