Yesterday was the Delaware Electrical Co-op’s annual meeting and chicken dinner, at the state fairgrounds in Harrington.  For a political candidate, it is a finely distilled version of the state fair.  No one is from Maryland, you get to say hi to people inside an air-conditioned building, and everyone stands in a single line for their food.  To get to their chicken the co-op members must run a gauntlet of about twenty politicians, but few of them seemed to mind—I was the last candidate they saw (I decided that if they could literally see and smell their chicken over my shoulder they would be in a good mood), and only one of hundreds of people wouldn’t shake my hand and give me a smile.  She said something about me being a Communist.

This was my fourth straight year at the Co-op dinner, and the great thing about it was that lots of people remembered me, remembered that I had been there every year, and told me how much they appreciated the job that I had done as Insurance Commissioner.  It reinforced my belief that the best argument I have made for the job I am seeking for the next four years is the job that I have done for the last four years.