Special to the Tribune-Star
I recall a time some years ago when Dad’s uncle, aunt and cousin came to visit us in Yorkville. Topping Uncle Ed’s “bucket list” was to attend a live radio broadcast of the “National Barn Dance” which originated in Chicago.
You may remember some of the stellar performers: Lulu Belle and Skyland Scotty, Little Georgie Gobel and the Hoosier Hot Shots. Although the program never featured on Mom and Dad’s regular listening schedule, they were determined to see that Uncle Ed got his wish.
Dad arranged for tickets. I remember being disappointed that my brother and I were not included in the party. Uncle Ed, Aunt Elizabeth and Morton, along with Mom and Dad, pretty much filled the car, so we were left at home to listen to the radio and wish we were among those present in the studio.
Naturally, we were long in bed before the party got home. So, it wasn’t until the next morning I had a chance to ask Mom how things went. “Liz,” she sighed, “just when I thought I couldn’t endure another minute, a man stepped out and said, ‘Folks, we’ve reached the halfway point in our program!’”
I now have a glimmer of how Mom must have felt. I watch one political ad after another, before, during and after some of my favorite television programs. Then, the other evening on the news, the commentator announced that we had “only 45 more days” until the election. I thought I had a glimpse of eternity, but at least I can turn off the television and there was no way Mom could have avoided what was to come.
I suppose the endless political pitches have created jobs — at least for advertising agencies and a few actors. What they do not do is give me any useful information about the candidates. At least there are a couple of ads which have taken the high road and extol the virtues of the candidate without the need to diss the competition. I really do appreciate that, even though they are running for the same office.
I made my choice during the primary. Since May I have neither seen nor heard anything to change my mind. I am tempted to tally the number of times an ad is run on a given evening and maybe that will change my mind. It is a heck of a note to have to see a pharmaceutical ad to see folks smiling and in apparent peace and harmony.
But for now, just when I thought that I can’t endure another minute, a news reporter stepped up and told me that there are 45 more days to endure.
Liz Ciancone is a retired Tribune-Star reporter. Send e-mail to firstname.lastname@example.org.