Connie's Corner

Powerless...

I've been watching our potential presidential candidates, and they all seem to be such a sorry lot. How will I choose from this bunch? This is the way I usually make up my mind (which I have not been able to do yet).

I picture myself in a rubber raft riding the whitewaters of the Columbia River. Now, just because I have never been near the Columbia River or rafting doesn't mean I can't picture this. I've seen a lot of those movies. Anyway, I picture myself on this flimsy rubber boat tossing up and down in the wild waves and treacherous rocks, far from shore, what shore there is. Granite, straight up, lines both sides of the twisting river The sky is black with thunderheads, rain is pouring down, lightning flashes, and water is collecting in the boat. I am screaming bloody murder, and I'm hanging on with all my strength, knuckles white and fingernails bloody.

Up ahead, I see more huge rocks and then nothing. I think "falls", and now I realize why they are called that. There is nothing I can do. I am powerless.

Then I sneak a quick look toward the stern, and from the list of candidates, I picture the one I want to be there. So far I have drawn a blank. I think I just drowned.

until next time....c