I was flying from Dallas to Tucson this past Friday. Well what do you know, my Congressman Ron Barber was across the aisle.
I met him last March at the Tucson Festival of Books. He asked about my titles and I sent them to him. He only asked about me, never got a chance to asked about him.
I acknowledged him and let him do his work. He worked through the flight. I was impressed he was in coach. The cynical part of me says maybe in First Class, people may have been more likely to bother him for favors? I don’t know, I am just projecting my cynical New York upbringing on it. (I was returning from a visit to New York).
One friend told me I missed out, by not bending his ear. I think not. Yes, he is my Congressman, but I didn’t want to be the one who is “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” and obviously, he had work to do.