That’s me. You may think not because I am so vocal about my opinions, but I am not willing to knock on doors and talk politics to strangers.

Yesterday, Annie, my widowed neighbor’s (he’s been alone about two years) new live-in girlfriend, stopped her bike and we chatted. As the conversation turned to politics, she began to sound like Rush Limbaugh. Also, she is Catholic, doncha know, and she doesn’t think the church should be paying for contraception. I didn’t know where to begin. And she thinks Obama was not born here. This is one mind that no one changes.

I did venture to say that the reason there are Romney signs on lawns (about 20 signs on an island with 500 houses) and all the other lawns are bare, is because Obama supporters fear vandalism and she said no, no, that could never happen (except for 2008 when Obama signs were taken down).

The bottom line is that Gary, our neighbor, and Annie, are getting married on the seawall in a couple of months and I am happy for him. He appears to be recovering with this buxom, tall blonde nitwit,and he went through Hell as he watched Tammy, his then girlfriend (he married her about a month before she died), get misdiagnosed with her body-wide cancer until there was no hope. I thought she was rather shallow, but give her lots of points for being incredibly brave.

I think Gary is getting married on the rebound but hope it works out for him. He's a decent guy, even if he is voting for Romney.

She was not happy with me when we parted and unless I make repairs, I don’t think this relationship is going anywhere. We like Gary, though.

xx, Teal