Not a soccer mom

I feel so special.

In the past few weeks I have been receiving personal emails from Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton and, just yesterday, John Grisham.

I must be the chosen one.

In a missive entitled “you, me a TV and a bowl of chips” (he’s so mischievous!) Bill wants to know if I would like to “share the excitement” with him of watching his wife in a televised debate. He tells me he gets “all fired up” when he sees his spouse debating the issues that matter to “our” country. So why don’t I join him in front of a big TV with a big bowl of chips, watch the debate, and talk about the race?

John Grisham says he’ll also be there, and — get this — he’s heard I might be be joining them. He’s a Clinton fan because “Hillary once told [him] that she reads [his] novels for relaxation”.

In another message, Bill asks “Having fun yet?” and says he hopes I enjoyed the Sopranos spoof he and Hillary shot for the campaign (and my downloading of which I realize is responsible for all this “personal” attention I’m getting.)

Finally the presidential candidate herself has been in touch, several times. She is more to the point: come see me in Oakland, she urges, and send me money — lots of money.

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