My first years as a legislator I was young enough to hang around with the interns and pages playing Frisbee and softball, and what not, without being thought of as an old fogey. They gave me confidence that progressive politics was still much in demand. One of the pages, Carol, shared a story that to this day I\u2019ve never seen written, and it\u2019s interesting enough to share.<\/p>\n
Her dad was Hubert H. Humphrey\u2019s photographer for all those many years he was Minnesota\u2019s very popular U.S. Senator. Part of HHH\u2019s mystique was that he always remembered everybody. He\u2019d come back to your town, say six years later, and remember your name and what you did for a living \u2013 quite a feat amongst so many, many thousands of Minnesotans. \u201cYou know how he did it?\u201d Carol asked me. \u201cNo,\u201d I said, \u201ctell me.\u201d Well, her dad would take pictures of everybody Hubert met and then ask for their name and address (and occupation) to send them a print later (making a note to himself about what they did). Then when next Hubert was making an appearance in that vicinity he\u2019d review all the photographs ahead of time so when Hubert would run into somebody he\u2019d met before, her dad would whisper into Hubert\u2019s ear, \u201cSay, this is Joe the barber.\u201d<\/p>\n Pretty smart politics!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hubert\u2019s Photographer My first years as a legislator I was young enough to hang around with the interns and pages playing Frisbee and softball, and what not, without being thought of as an old fogey. They gave me confidence … Continue reading ![\"Buttons](\"http:\/\/andydawkins.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Buttons-Four.jpg\")
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