Rock The Vote

“My family and I saw your Dad with his campaign signs the other day,” one of my friends from school said to me one day.

And what a sight he must have been, I thought.

Embarrassment quickly flushed my face with a ruddy warmth.

“Oh my God,” I muttered. What else could I say?


My Dad spiraled down into a deep depression during his long unemployment. I remembered a time when I rushed to him when he got home from work asking him if he’d brought me anything. I loved office supplies and he would usually come through with some sort of fabulous-to-me gift, like a 4-color Bic pen or a regift of something one of his clients had given him.

I can understand better now the despair he must have felt to go from being the bread-winner and delighting his daughter with office trinkets every day to being unemployed. But Dad had let himself go, literally and figuratively, and at the time I only cared how it felt to me. Humiliating.

The unemployment rate was high, the job search was not fruitful. His resentment burned to a fiery anger. He started passing his time trying to cause trouble for those who had fired him, but that did not work out well.

Eventually he replaced these activities, as well as looking for work, with complaining about not having work and making our lives miserable. And the drinking, there was always the drinking.


Inexplicably, he became hopeful that life would improve…if only the incumbent were defeated in the upcoming election. He had bountiful free time to campaign. That poor, poor challenger…

Luckily, Dad’s favorite outfit matched his candidate’s campaign signs. This outfit also matched the color of my hot, flushed cheeks when my friend said she’d seen him.

You could not miss him.

He spent his days driving around the city with an enormous campaign sign mounted to the roof of our car. His campaign uniform was no different from the outfit he’d been wearing every day for God knows how long. He wore sweatpants, Converse sneakers, and a tee shirt that accentuated his beer belly so well that he probably looked like a tomato to my friend and her family.

Dad even created a campaign song for his candidate, which made me regret watching so much MTV in front of him. He changed the lyrics to the Cars “You Might Think,” which was a huge hit at the time.

You might think I’m loony, but all I want is (insert candidate’s name here).

To make this rhyme, Dad had to mispronounce the name. Dad sang this pretty much non-stop, whether out campaigning or at home. Even now, hearing this song makes me want to stab myself in the eardrums.

Annoying and embarrassing, but until my friend mentioned seeing Dad, I thought maybe I’d get through the election unscathed.

Fortunately, my friend wasn’t judging or teasing me. She thought my Dad was funny. All my friends did. When they came over, it was still early enough in the afternoon for the happy drunkenness, which they mistook (I hope) for simply happy.

There was never any doubt that the incumbent would crush Dad’s candidate, with or without Dad’s special brand of campaigning. At the time, I had trouble distinguishing whether these events were comedy or tragedy. Probably still a mixture of both, but at least I look back on it with laughter now.


This week’s RemembeRED prompt:

“Give me a memory of the color red. Do not write the word ‘red’ but use words that engender the color red when you hear them.”

I have never been a big fan of the color red, so I could only come up with two memories in which red played any significant role. Neither seemed worth writing about. But when I heard “You Might Think” Sunday night in the car for the first time in years, I took it as a sign.

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17 Responses to “Rock The Vote”

  1. Frelle
    Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 12:27 am #

    i can appreciate your embarrassment, and love the way you told this story :)

    • logyexpress
      Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 12:50 am #

      Thanks! One of these days I need to write a post summarizing my better memories of my Dad.

  2. Ashley
    Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 1:13 am #

    You did an excellent job with the prompt and with great descriptions. I can understand how’d you’d be embarrassed and your friends or outsiders would be entertained. You did a great job of really captivating the humorous and seriousness of this memory. I’m glad you are able to laugh about it now.

    • logyexpress
      Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 10:57 pm #

      Thanks Ashley! Dad could be very entertaining.

  3. Kim
    Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 7:41 am #

    This is relatable. And you told it well. I was able to sympathize with both you and your dad.

    • logyexpress
      Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 10:58 pm #

      Thanks Kim, I was going for sympathy on both sides.

  4. Katie
    Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 10:06 am #

    I really enjoyed this take on the prompt because it is completely unique to you. You never said “red”, but it was there.

    your dad’s sweat suit, his sign, your anger and embarrassment.

    This was awesome.

    • logyexpress
      Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 11:33 am #

      Thanks! I wasn’t confident that I could write it well, but it’s such a crazy story that I wanted to try.

  5. TheKitchenWitch
    Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 4:45 pm #

    I realize that this memory isn’t meant to be sweet, but even in humiliation, somehow, your affection for your dad manages to bubble to the surface. I love the detail re: mounting the campaign sign on the top of the car! Well done!

    • logyexpress
      Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 11:00 pm #

      Thanks Dana, it’s interesting that you mention affection…I’m going through some old photos right now and it’s obvious I liked Dad more than I let myself remember. Thanks for stopping by!

  6. Geri
    Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 9:08 pm #

    I thought mentioning the song specifically was great – I saw the title and immediately heard the song in my head (and probably will for the rest of the night…thanks for that!). It completed the picture for me in a way that just describing your father singing wouldn’t have.

    • logyexpress
      Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 11:02 pm #

      “You Might Think” is an ear worm, no? Dad loved to sing.

  7. Mad Woman behind the Blog
    Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 9:52 pm #

    What a great story. You clearly expressed to us your embarrassment, your father’s colorful behavior.
    What impressed me: this didn’t turn into “bash the drunk dad.”
    Well done.

    • logyexpress
      Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 11:02 pm #

      Thanks! I figured my last post about him was probably sufficient bashing, so I went lighter this time!

  8. Galit Breen
    Wednesday, April 20, 2011 at 5:14 pm #

    This was so well done! The splashes of color throughout- your face, his outfit, the signs- were perfect.

    My favorite part: “I can understand better now the despair he must have felt to go from being the bread-winner and delighting his daughter with office trinkets every day to being unemployed. But Dad had let himself go, literally and figuratively, and at the time I only cared how it felt to me. Humiliating.” because it’s honest and reflective.

  9. Erin
    Sunday, April 24, 2011 at 1:47 am #

    Hmm, I can’t figure out what candidate you’re talking about. This is all past tense – did your dad pass away without me knowing???

    Also, I have to thank you for the image of Mike in the Mr. Goodbar tee – that’s going to make me chuckle, too.


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