Saw 1st District County Supervisor Jimmy Smith the other night. The subject drifted into knocking on doors while campaigning. He described one time he was talking to people and noticed a neighbor who was watching the discussion while standing in his garage. After he spoke to the people at the house he was at, he started to go up the driveway of the person in the garage, and when he saw Jimmy coming, he hit the garage door button and closed it while watching Jimmy come up the driveway. I told him about knocking on doors one time and seeing Bonnie Neely at the door next to me on 7th St. She waved. What are the odds?
My wife would have to say her worst experience was accompanying me in Fairhaven. We were target knocking registered voters and had come to the end of one of the blocks where a pile of cars and garbage were protected by a pack of dogs. I was just knocking at the next door neighbor and Robin followed with a clipboard in hand. The dogs at the next house were barking and this huge guy came out on the porch and yelled “what the F*** is going on?” I yelled from the next house that I was just knocking on doors in the neighborhood. He said, “Oh, yeah Mother F***er? Go sick-em guys!” I stood between Robin and the dogs that came toward us. “C’mon, Mother F***er! You make it to my porch and I’ll buy whatever you have! C’mon Mother F***er I dare you.” I thought about it quickly and Robin and I did a hasty retreat as he animatedly yelled and waved for me to take the risk. A lady who recognized me and lived at the house came over and took my leaf and went over to the house. The next day I was at work telling my crew mates the story in detail. One of the guys was not laughing and asked me where this had happened. I told him and smiled and said, “That’s my cousin, I’ll make him buy a spaghetti fund raising ticket.” Just goes to show you how small this area can be.