Wading into the muck, at my first board meeting.
Hip Waders worn here.
Growing up in a small agricultural town in San Joaquin County brings back memories that often apply to life.
On the outskirts of town there were many dairy farms. When the weather gets wet, large areas of deep mud often form where cows frequent. If a cow becomes stuck in the mud, someone has to get it out. If the cow stays stuck for to long it will dehydrate/starve and die.
Government, at all levels, federal, state and local are still alive, but are stuck in the mud.
During the campaign trail many of my community elders would recite traditional axioms for staying politically clean like, “stay away from the mud pit” or “if you roll with the pigs you’ll get muddy”.
For a rescue of this sort to be successful though, requires me, like the farmers, to get in the mud before the thing dies. So, with a knowledge that we would like our government to function better and needing to wade in to accomplish that, I wore waders on my first day, to signify that while I am wading in, it’s in an attempt to rescue and I’m trying to stay as clean as possible in the process.
Thank you to all those who have been a part of making this effort happen, for the continued support and for new people that are joining our efforts more and more as time rolls forward.
Together we can make a difference!
Special thanks to avid local angler Kyle Towler, for the use of his cool waders!
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