November 8 will go down in history as one of the days prompting me to change my 100 things (apparently its obsolete design hasn't been enough to light a fire under my ass): as of November 8, my father is no longer the Mayor of Davenport, IA. Technically, I think his term lasts until the turn of the year when the new mayor is sworn in, but that's mostly a guess on my part.
The new mayor, duly elected and all, is Ed Winborn, one of whose sons I used to play softball with, and one of whose daughters I used to have a crush on. I also used to live a block or two up the hill from him, back in the day. It'd be a more exciting "Brush with Fame" story if he weren't taking over for a direct relative...
But that's not the whole story. Rather than seeking a 3rd term as mayor, my dad ran for City Council out of the 6th Ward in Davenport, and won by four votes, 1483 to 1479. Yes, that's right: four votes. And that was one of four races each of which was decided by less than 50 votes, I think.
So yes, there will be counting, recounting, and rerecounting, I'm sure. All the same, congratulations, Dad!
dang! I can no longer say I know the son of the mayor of Davenport!!
and it's less fun to say "I know the son of a council member of Davenport..."
but how selfish of me anyway. congrats to Mr. Brooke. :)
thanks, Collin. Not official yet--are some outstanding absentee ballots
Dad
So much for my plans to go wild in Daveport, roughing up the locals, only to be pardoned by the mayor. Crap. :(