I live in a swing state which is good because I like to swing. I didn’t realize I was living with so many fellow swingers. I had heard rumors about that Villages place but I don’t believe everything I read on Craigslist. It’s been awhile since last I swung. But it’s not for a lack of desire. Nay, ’tis for a lack of swings.
I simply adore the swings of my youth. Those high cross bars strung with very long chains with the rubber half moon seats that snugly cup your bottom and you just know there will be no limit to how high you can soar. And soar, you do. So high. So high that you are facing the ground at the top of the back swing. And the swing gives a little jerk as it starts to fall before it eases into its downswing. Then you lean back into it as it starts to soar upward. All you can see is blue sky and white wispy clouds. You’re flat on your back wondering if this will be the time you swing full circle. And just as you think this is the time you will, you start to fall back and pick up speed, the air rushing past your head. And you lean back into the fall, smiling at the sky, just to do it all again.
Yes, I love that swinging feeling. But nowadays, it requires a dedicated search to locate decent swings. Many of the parks only have those little kid swings. The kind that look like high chairs without legs. They have little belts for safety. None of the swings of my youth had safety belts and while I think a safety belt is a good idea in a car and on a plane, a safety belt on a swing defeats the purpose. It’s like the builders of parks think only little kids want to swing.
That’s weird. I have enjoyed swinging throughout my life. I swing every chance I get. I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I arrived at my college campus and saw the swings. The swings weren’t on the campus, but the campus was across the street from the main entrance into Audubon Park. And at the front of the park were a set of the tallest swings I would ever swing.
And swing I did. Every chance I got. You’d be surprised at the number of chances a college coed gets. Another great thing about those swings as with all swings, was you got a different perspective if you tried swinging the other way. Often I faced into the park with its trail around the little golf course and pond. Other times, I faced the campus and the traffic along St. Charles Avenue. And of course, I would always wave to the riders on the streetcar as it clattered by. Sometimes I would swing in the rain which is not the same as sing in the rain. The difference is the “w.”
You might think that since I’m such a swinger, I love living in a swing state and mostly I do, but lately, I’ve grown tired of all the political ads on television and the campaign flyers that arrive in my mailbox. I actually grew tired of it early this year, but it sounded better to say lately. The campaign flyers of one Jimmie T. Smith are not at all effective. He’s running for a state congressional seat but I wouldn’t and didn’t since I already voted but not for him and I wouldn’t have if he were the only one running which he isn’t. He has sent a campaign flyer to me three or four times a week since July. Clearly, he is not concerned about the environment and that offends me so I didn’t vote for him.
Anyway, back to the ads of which I am sick and basically tune out when I hear them. They come fast and furious one after the other but eventually it all sounds like the teacher in those Charlie Brown specials. Who are they trying to sway? Are there really that many undecided voters out there? I think many of the undecided voters are faking ambivalence to avoid political debates. I know this because I sometimes fake ambivalence when asked about who I favor to avoid heated political debate. Sometimes I’m just not in the mood for it. I think it’s plausible that many of the undecided are faking it.
If that is the case, the election may not be as close as the media and its pundits are making it out to be. I do know that the two billion dollars spent on this campaign could have been used in a far better way. A little of it could have been used to build a few parks with decent swings. I’m going to need that swinging feeling to get through the next few days.