Let’s play a game

One of the individuals in this picture is the mayor of my town.  Identify him or her in comments:

Screen Shot 2014-02-22 at 9.40.03 AMThis will magically turn into a real post with more words (and the answer) later today.  I’ll even put a page break here so you can choose your answer without seeing it.  Click on the “more” button to see the rest of the post, including the startling answer!

That’s him in the middle, as one of my two guessers so far have guessed– the guy in the suit with the polka-dot tie.  Mayor Pete (that’s what he wants people to call him) is 32; five years younger than me, and was not yet thirty years old when he was elected Mayor.  To my eyes, he looks younger than at least half of the people in that picture.  He’s with his Youth Task Force; I’m not sure what exactly that is other than a resume-padder for ambitious teens, but everyone else in the picture is a high school student.

I like Mayor Pete, for the most part; I voted for him in the Democratic primary, which was the election that counted (the Republican party– and this is not partisanship, exaggeration, or a joke, this is the precise and literal truth– ran a mostly-toothless fat man who interrupted his multiple lawsuits against the city to attempt to run it and an actual hobo— and no, I am not kidding, he listed his address as a transients’ hotel– for the office*) and I haven’t had reason to regret it.  I’ll admit that I voted for him mostly out of default; I wasn’t enormously happy with electing someone his age but he was the only candidate who didn’t actively piss me off for something or another during the campaign, and I actually emailed one of them to point out the exact moment he lost my vote.  He’s done a good enough job so far by my standards; my standards are “I should never notice city government for any reason except competence.”  There was a minor scandal involving firing the police chief that I honestly didn’t pay much attention to; that was it.

He makes me feel old, Mayor Pete does, and in an interesting way.  I could easily have been Mayor Pete in an alternate universe.  He grew up here; my wife, who is a couple of years younger than me, vaguely remembers him from academic competitions in high school.  He went to Harvard; I did not, but I have an acceptance letter rusting away in a file folder somewhere.  He was Phi Beta Kappa and a Rhodes Scholar; again, I was not, but I’ll point at that acceptance letter again to point out that, had my priorities been different, I probably could have been both of those things as well.  I would likely have turned down PBK membership had it been offered to me; I declined several similar societies in college because I didn’t see the point.  Hell, I got made a junior Rotarian in high school and went to one meeting and fled because being surrounded by dozens of influential business people in suits made me the angry kind of suicidal.  I’m willing to bet most of the kids in that photo would climb over you to get into a Rotary Club meeting if they’re not already there.

I’ll admit that I don’t see a world in which I ended up as a politician.  I lack, and I have never had, a number of personality traits that are rather essential for success in that field, and a number of my actual personality traits (if you’ve been reading a while, you can probably name a few) would make it highly unlikely that I could ever garner enough votes to be elected to anything.

(As an aside: I remember the first time I felt like this– I was eight or nine, Thriller had just come out, and I had discovered that Michael Jackson had been famous since he was my age, which gave me a distinct feeling that I was behind.  Needless to say, I appear to have never caught up.)

Anyway, every time I look at the dude I feel weird.  It’s interesting, looking at someone who has achieved something you haven’t, and knowing that your choices made you the way you are and their choices made them the way they are.(**)  I coulda been a doctor or a lawyer, y’know?  There wasn’t anything stopping me except that I chose not to go into the sciences or law school.  I was perfectly capable.  And here I am, a rapidly-approaching-middle-age-if-I’m-not-there-already middle school math teacher, which is hardly the highest prestige job available.  And even if I were to achieve massive success with my writing, which is certainly among my current goals, that’s a peculiar sort of fame, where there may be lots of people who know your name but have no idea what you look like, and even the people who know what you look like are unlikely to, say, run into you at Applebee’s and demand an autograph.

I might sound a bit depressed; I’m not.  I like my life.  But I’m on the cusp right now of some things that may seriously alter that life– hopefully for the better– and it’s making me contemplative.  Mayor Pete’s mostly an excuse to riff on where my head is right now.

(*) He received 73% of the vote, meaning that the Republican candidate received 27%, which will cause those of you who have a political bent to smile.

(**) For me, at least, this is true.  I’ve led a privileged enough life that I feel comfortable saying there was nothing holding me back from being more traditionally successful than I am.  I had no lack of opportunity.  Unfortunately, that’s not true for everyone.

8 thoughts on “Let’s play a game

  1. The obvious answer is the man in the front middle with the polka-dot tie because of position in the picture and how everyone is turned towards him. I don’t like obvious so it isn’t him. Next most obvious is the man on the far left in front of the American flag. I say obvious because of his position and his relaxed look. And again, I don’t like obvious. I’m going to go with the woman next to the first man I named. She is almost at the geometric center in the first row. She has on a blue shirt and purple socks.

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  2. Jazy

    You’re trying to hide your identity, right? Maybe delete this post later.
    I know what you mean, though. I’m pretty young myself, but there are loads of kids from my graduating class who are already rolling in success and I see nothing different between us other than our choices. I could be like that, having gone to some good college and started some job and etc, but I chose to make very different decisions and travel and move and live life a bit first. Sometimes I regret it, but going through all I have has made me who I am today. And I like that girl — she’s not the most successful but she’s happy. Mostly.

    There are those of us who keep our favorite authors to heart and know what they look like. You can be damn sure if I saw any of my favorite authors in Applebee’s I’d get their autograph and buy them dessert.

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    1. Meh. I am under no illusions that anyone who was determined to find out my actual name could do so in no more than a half hour or so of reading and noting clues. Main thing is that my students never find this place by searching for me. 🙂

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  3. Oh, I hear you, infinitefreetime! The choices we freely choose to make that actively limit our possibilities, yup, I’ve been there. Although teaching high school Math is fine. Helping future generations blah blah blah vocation blah blah. It’s all good! Love your writing style, too.

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