Some nights better than others

It's been pretty cold out there on the campaign trail. Not half as cold as it will be tonight though! Last night I flipped a sign. That's campaign slang for convincing a homeowner to take down an opponent's yard sign and put up one of yours. Since I've determined that a great many people put up signs simply because you were the first to ask I have started targeting houses flying the opposition's colors. It's proving to be an effective strategy. I enjoy meeting people. That's what makes door to door so much fun. You always come home with a story. One house in particular made my night. Dad answered the door and was very polite and enthused to meet a candidate. His little boy was at his side. Elliott. I'd say Elliott was about three years old. Anyway, dad shook my hand and began to look over my literature as we chatted. I glanced down at Elliott who was earnestly looking up at me, hand outstretched expecting a handshake just like dad. I shook his hand and introduced myself. Manners aren't as easily found in society these days. Let alone in a small child. I took my leave of father and son. I turned as I walked away and shouted "Bye Elliott!" "Bye!" he smiled and enthusiastically waved in return. It was a good night.