Until tomorrow ...
I don't know how these things get by me. From The Free Press, dateline, 10 Aug.:
On July 20 in Omena, a small town in the "little finger" of northern Michigan, a crowd of about a hundred locals gathered in a church parking lot for the inauguration of their new mayor. A brass band played "The Stars and Stripes Forever" as Sally Viskochil, president of the local historical society, walked across the patriotically festooned stage to make the announcement.
"And our new mayor is. . . " There was a collective intake of breath. "Lucky!"
There was a smattering of applause, but a few members of the audience looked stunned.
Perhaps not by choice, Lucky happens to be a horse. But he's also an effective political campaigner, which is by choice. Whether he derived his rhetorical whinnying skills from being part American Quarter and part American Paint, I can't say. But I also can't argue with success.
[He's] the first equid to be elected mayor of Omena, [reports the Press]. Until now, this race has only ever been won by a dog—and, once, a cat. You could say Lucky was an underdog in securing the town’s highest office, except he beat twelve actual dogs, five cats, and a goat. Many of them were in attendance. The victor was not.
I hear the cats are alleging voter fraud.
Posted by: Anne J | August 29, 2024 at 04:45 PM