I love politics. Maybe love isn't the word, but I have a sense of obligation to politics. Like it's a responsibility to be involved, even if it's an annoying, dirty game and you sometimes end up voting for the person you dislike least.
So I went to a rally for my favorite U.S. Congressman from Montana (yes, we only have one), who is running in a neck and neck race for the U.S. Senate.
He showed up in Miles City on his bus, and Karity and I showed up at the campaign headquarters in our farm truck. With a little American flag for her to wave. You know, train 'em up young.
And so, we had to see if politicians really do kiss hands and shake babies. Or something like that.
Turns out they do.
Thanks for indulging this Republican mama, Denny.
Now go win this race and get us a Farm Bill passed already.