|Tom selfee, with me to his right and John with the beard|
One of the ways I hope to raise more money this time is to be a little more sophisticated about my networking--and to that end, I worked with a good friend of mine at a DC law firm to be part of the sponsors of a luncheon held yesterday, midday. Of the approximately 100 people who joined in the crowd, six were recruited by me.
And so, I arrived at the site of the luncheon at 1130, thirty minutes before start, and in the lobby were two of my recruitees, brother Tom and Navy buddy John. We all signed in and were told to head up to the 11th floor, which we did-even though I was unaware that there was any activity for which we had signed up being held on the 11th floor.
|As you might expect--talking about the Navy|
And we listened to Rubio talk about agricultural issues just as intelligently as he has discussed everything else on the campaign. He gets a lot of crap from some for his support of sugar subsidies, but he explained it yesterday his way--the free market does a lot of things well, but not everything. If the world sugar market were free, he'd support getting rid of the subsidies (you can use this logic for a lot of farm subsidies, as a matter of fact), because then our farmers could compete on an even playing field. But since they can't without price support, farmers would sell, the land would be developed AND NEVER AGAIN BE PART OF OUR FOOD SUPPLY. He had clearly had to make this argument before, because it was polished, quick, unemotional, and straightforward. When this little affair to which we had not been invited ended, we slipped out quickly before the selfie taking began with the Ag folks and went back down to the first floor to hang with the defense types.
|Tom and his buddy|
He then proceed to the podium and riffed for about fifteen minutes--but not before a kind of funny, pretty human moment. When he got to the podium, he begged our indulgence for a second, and then took out his cell phone. I began to think some kind of crappy setup piece going to happen, and then he began to evidently type a text message or email. Very quickly, but when he put it down, you could see he was a little embarrassed. He explained to us that his kids school lunch program has a feature where there is an automated account that occasionally needs filling. Well, evidently, one of his kids' lunch accounts ran out as he was coming in to talk with us, and he needed to authorize an account filling so his kid could get lunch. It was a really human moment with a Dad--before a surreal moment when we stood 8 feet from a guy who may someday be President.
It was a great event--and there was a lot of enthusiasm in the room. Lot of time left, and a lot of campaigning to do.