a brush with power

A while ago, I googled, P, one of my fellow sunday school teachers. I google lots of people. It's an entertaining way to kill time at work. P & I had shared a few inconsequential conversations, nothing too interesting. He has a family, a job in business, & has lived in town for a while.

All sorts of hits turned up for him. Turns out, he used to be a journalist in DC, working for a magazine. Turns out, he used to be the Oregon Secretary of State. It's like he's a superhero: unassuming sunday school teacher by weekend, investigative state-running hero by weekday. I've never said anything to him about it, not wanting his secret identity to be revealed.

He was mentioned in Slate yesterday. Apparently, he has some prescient things to say about health care in '82. It's weird to read his name and think 'I know that guy.'

[I had classes with Richard Perle's spawn in college. When I read his name I think, 'I know that guy's son - he's a jerkface.']

If P decides to run for office again, maybe my photos of him decorated like a christmas tree will be profitable.