Keep the facts straight. I support Jefferson Franklin Cane's senate run 110%.
And not because I'm his older brother. By 12 minutes.
The other day I'm in the Harris Teeter on East Bay picking up some beer for the crew.
A gray hair clutching an over-sized grocery bag with a lady bug on it tugged on my arm. "I don't want windmills in the ocean," she said.
"Ma-am?"
"We don't need those windmills."
"We" she emphasized. Probably says "My Charleston" too.
"If you win, you keep those things away from our beaches."
"Ma'am, I'm not Jeff Cane."
"You--"
"No, ma'am."
The cashier smirked as she handed me my receipt. I took the 6-packs and never looked back.
Happens a lot now with the campaign.
Jeff and I had a lot of fun with it when we were kids. Our 5th grade teacher made us sit on opposite sides of the class. Sometimes after recess or lunch we would switch seats. I don't think half the kids figured it out. Mrs. King never had a clue.
A tourist stopped me in the marina parking lot Saturday. He stuck out his hand--from Augusta he said. "You really think you have a chance?"
I ignored his hand. "A chance?"
"No offense. But can you do it? Can you beat that fellow?"
"Sir, I'm not Jeff. Enjoy your visit."
He leaned back. He leaned forward. "Not Jeff?"
I left him standing there.
One time in Little League we switched places in the batting order. I made the last out that inning. Jeff ran out of the dugout and headed to 3rd, so what could I do, I took his place in right field. We played it that way for the final 3 innings. He hit a double in the 6th that I got credit for.
Judy, my favorite waitress on the morning shift at Creekside Cafe, calls me "Senator Cane" when no one is close by. Otherwise, it's always "Hon" or "Sugar". This morning after I paid my bill at the counter, she waited until I reached the front door and called out "Have a great day, Senator." I swear half a dozen heads popped up from their meals. I just nodded and kept on going.
In AP Euro we sat in the same row, me first. One morning Mr. Dean came down our aisle with a stack of papers and stopped next to me. He looked at me, then at Jeff. He dropped the papers on my desk. "Figure it, boys. Figure it out." Four separate assignments, same exact grade for both of us on each one.
Had to stop at CVS on George on my way home to pick up a prescription for Corrie, our youngest. Cut down the candy aisle and was blocked by two girls wearing Kappa Delta sweatshirts.
"Oh, Mr. Cane," the blue sweatshirt said. "I'm going to vote for you." "Me, too," the pink sweatshirt said. "It's our first time to vote."
"First time, well. Well that's great. Thank you, young ladies. I promise I'll do my best."
I shook their hands, and they smiled, and I headed back to the prescription counter.
Lyman 2026
