I don't write so often anymore. My Representatives in Congress are ideologues and we are separated by word processors. Our letters are shuffled into piles: For and Against. Our responses are regurgitated from the bowels of machines. Whereas no member of Congress would not allow the sun to set on an unanswered letter in those halcyon days of long ago, they now depart each day as other machines affix artificial signatures to the day's output.
Certainly, our population has doubled since I was a 14-year old Sea Scout, but so have the number of Representatives in Congress. Are they so busy, so inundated with requests for flags, that they can't answer a letter from a constituent?
Even my beloved President, Ronald Reagan, failed me. When he fired the Air Traffic Controllers for striking, I wrote with an idea to transfer air traffic control from the Federal Aviation Administration, to a private contractor. That way, the cost of air traffic control could be spread among the users (airlines and private pilots) and the FAA could focus on policing the system. It always seemed absurd to me that the same bureau that provided a service policed itself. Apparently, my letter found its way to the stack reserved for those who disagreed with the President's action, and I received the response directed to his opponents. Opponent? Me?
Greg's campaign reminds me of the campaign that brought Richard Lamm to office as governor of Colorado in 1974 when I lived there. He too won against the campaigns of better known, better financed candidates, by walking from one end of the state to the other, making himself accessible.
I can't help but watch Greg with people and think, wouldn't it be nice to know who your Representative is, to at least know his name and what he looks like? Wouldn't it be nice to once again have access to our Representatives so that we can contribute to the effort to help solve our nation's problems? We certainly have enough problems to solve.