I was going to do another weekly round up, because that seems a good way to spend a Sunday and a lazy way to get a blog post up. Wait until the Sunday shows are over and link the hell out of the things they mention.
Then I read this.
I grew up in Pennsylvania. I met Mr. Specter a number of times and he was one of the last Republican moderates in public life. I didn’t always agree with him and our meetings were not always cordial.
When I was in 8th grade he came to our school to talk to our class He started out telling us that he worked in a big white building with a dome on top. That was a mistake. We were a middle school gifted class, by definition self-important and we proceeded to grill him on his voting record and attendance in the Senate.
He blinked, clearly shocked, nodded his head, took off his jacket and went to work answering our questions. Seriously. He stayed and talked and talked and talked until we were done asking.
I’ve always been proud of the fact that we rocked him back on his heels and equally appreciative of the fact that he stuck it out with a group of pretentious tweens to give us our moment of participation in the governmental process.
I didn’t always agree with him but I admired the man and I always thought he had integrity.