(Clinton KY, August 10, 2012) – Ivan Potter sure knows how to show a girl a good time.
He escorted me to the Fancy Farm Picnic on our 28th wedding anniversary for political stump speakin’ and assorted jocularity. It was an anniversary not to be forgotten. Listening to speakers slogging through the cheers and jeers of a crowd of only party faithful was the low point of our day.
The high point was lunch with Court of Appeals Judge Shea Nickell, his bride, Carolyn and his soon to be in laws, the Watsons. (No, I am not going to release wedding details - that's Shea's job). Bright, funny people all, they enhanced the already marvelous lunch served by the Knights of Columbus. My days of grabbing a barbecue sandwich off the pit are now over. I am committed to standing in line for fresh vegetables cooked to perfection (the corn is heavenly) and positively unending mounds of barbecue and chicken.
On his birthday, August 8th, the day Ivan turned sixty five, he showed me his newest most treasured possession. His Medicare card. Merryman Kemp told me years ago that she rejoiced exceedingly the day that her card arrived. At the time, I did not understand. Now I do. While it’s not a complete “get out of jail” card, it goes a long way toward peace of mind. I also now understand the tea party participants whose signs read “don’t let the government mess with my medicare”. Then it was ironic. Now it’s prophetic.
When my birthday rolled around two days later, I was sure that he had no topper for a week of politics and health care. Silly girl.
We marched up to Jimbo Berry’s office so Ivan could file his candidacy papers for a second term on the Clinton City Council. Oh. Joy.
The real kick of the week was celebrating our grandson Eli’s first birthday with him. The new tradition of allowing a toddler to plunge elbows deep into their own birthday cake went a long way toward erasing the memory of the stump speakin’ from my mind.
The man has been showing me a good time for close to thirty years.
And this year again he did not disappoint.