My dad put on a tie every day because he had to. I put one on every day because I want to. It’s important you know that. Maybe I don’t run into burning buildings for a living, but to me, my work is challenging and exciting. I will not apologize for the fact that it’s hard to explain to people.
You know, one day I’m gonna be an old man, laying in bed, all pale, with a pink blanket pulled over me. Or maybe the pink blanket’s pale, I can’t remember. Anyway, do you know what I’m gonna be thinking about? It’s not about this election. I’m gonna be thinking about blueberry pie. I’m gonna be thinking about making gingerbread trains with my favorite four girls. This family is what makes me special. You four, you’re what make me great. And I’m sorry if I haven’t done a good job of showing you that enough lately.
There’s always gonna be people out there who act like it’s extra special when you do something impressive because of where you came from. You can’t control that. All you can control is what you do.
My dad was a superhero. Man literally saved my life the day I was born. And he always took action. He never sat still. He was a superhero and then he died and we’ve all been scrambling ever since, scrambling to keep him alive however we can, scrambling for new ways to feel close to him. I pride myself on having a piece of my dad in me, always have. But my dad wouldn’t have sat still. And my dad wouldn’t have just made phone calls. If this councilman won’t do his job, then maybe I can. I think I’m gonna run against him, Beth.