Like Jimmy Stewart’s father in “Mr. Smith Goes To Washington” I always fancied myself a fighter of lost causes.
Which is to say that I was a newspaper editorial writer.
My resume of causes lost is long and impressive.
Abolish the death penalty? Lost. Gun control? Lost. Free the Ocklawaha? Lost. Unify Gainesville and Alachua County? Lost.
I could go on but, really, it’s too depressing.
And now that I’m off the editorial writing payroll and well into my freelance dotage, my zest for lost causes hasn’t faded.
Stop Trump? Lost. Save the springs? Lost. Give Yoho the heave-ho? Lost.
Which makes all the more baffling to wake up the other morning and realize that I actually have a win in my win-lose column.
How depressing is that? A perfect record spoiled.
Gainesville voters have decided that it makes eminent sense to move city elections from every year in the spring (in splendid isolation) to every other year in the fall.
There to nest comfortably with federal, state and county elections.
Not only will it save taxpayers money, but it practically guarantees a higher voter turnout for municipal elections.
Which have been known to fall into the single digits because, well, because there are lots of more interesting things to do in the springtime.
Like smell the flowers, dive head first into the gene pool, go to the beach.
Everybody seems to agree on this now.
The FOG (Forces Of Good, aka Gainesville progressives/liberals).
The city commissioners who put it on the ballot.
And the 70 percent of city voters who said “Hell yes!”
You see, for more years than I care to remember there was pretty much one drummer beating the drum for this particular good government reform.
The lowly, ink-stained wretch who occupied the editorial page office on the second floor of the Gainesville Sun.
Not that it was my idea.
I stole it from a rival city. When I found out that the League of Women Voters had teamed up with the Leon County Supervisor of Elections to change Tallahassee city commission elections from spring to fall.
What a concept.
But nobody listened. Even though I annoyingly brought it up every time we had a so-quiet-you-can-hear-crickets-chirp city election.
That’s just grumpy old Cunningham again. What does he know?
Imagine my surprise to find that now, five years into my retirement, It actually happened.
Sure, it was the right thing to do, no matter who said it first (I did).
But that’s not the point, is it?
The point is that, now, I have to live with this.
This damnable blot on my otherwise perfect lost cause record.
What next? Will everybody suddenly wake up one morning and realize that I’ve been right all along? About Reagan. About Bush? About Scott. About the NRA, and algae in our water?