Those gathering signatures for nomination petitions this Winter have had no easy task. Between the snowstorms and extreme cold, it had to be tough to march up and down streets, seeking that elusive signature. But one petition recently told me a story that I just have to repeat.
He had spent an afternoon in freezing cold weather, dodging ice patches as he knocked on doors. At one home, a distraught woman answered the door and said, "Now is not a good time. My husband just died."
This was not a woman whose husband had passed away in recent weeks. He had literally just died. In fact, he could be seen, slumped over a kitchen table, with a cup of coffee next to him.
"I didn't know what to do," this circulator told me, as he stood in the open doorway, trying to console this recent widow until medical personnel arrived.
I would have given him more coffee.