“A statesman focuses on the proper exercise of political power for the long-term benefit of his people. Right now, what we’re doing is a lark, but everyone knows it won’t happen again, and that I won’t be seeking reelection. That means I have the freedom to be a statesman, and I can make decisions based on the right criteria. The council members know that too, and it makes them happy because we might actually do something worthwhile.
“Davey’s statesmanship was why he never sought higher office and why he always was so well respected. This reminds me so much of those days, and of him,” she explained.
People looked up to my grandfather, and he had mentored several politicians in our state. It was too bad they weren’t more like him. He wouldn’t have put up with the partisanship that was prevalent today. Grandpa Davey had been the one who got things done because he wasn’t afraid to reach across the aisle and talk to the other side. He could never be the ‘face’ of the party and get out in front to spout the party line. Instead, he was the one behind the scenes who could make deals.
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During first period, Jill and Becky checked all my injuries. That was not a pleasant experience.
“If you’re going to jab me, at least give me a Vitamin T shot,” I complained.
“Go get in the ice bath, and then we’ll give you a massage,” Jill promised.
“Will you use the stuff that deadens the pain?”
“Yes. Now go soak.”
No matter how many times I’d used an ice bath to help reduce swelling and bruising, it was hard to force myself to get in. I knew intellectually that when they were done, I would heal faster. But I’d had an aversion to cold ever since being buried alive in a mountain of snow. If I just got in and didn’t mess around, that was best. The slow approach made me more likely to crawl out.
I also had to make sure to take deep breaths when I first got in. If I didn’t, it seemed like my body would forget to breathe.
I’d checked out my injuries this morning after I got out of the shower. I’d protected my injured right side, and it seemed my left had taken the brunt of the beating last night. Percy was a big boy, and when he’d hit me from my blind side, I’d felt it.
Wolf joined me in the next tub.
“What’re you in for?” I asked.
“Took a helmet to the thigh in the third quarter. I’m glad we don’t have to play them again.”
“What did you think of the new plays?”
“I can’t believe Coach Hope is letting us toss the ball around so much. When he first came here, did you ever think he would even let you pass?” Wolf asked.
“Heck, he thought Brad was a better option at quarterback. I think he was afraid we might score too much.”
Brad was Coach Hope’s son and had been anointed the starter as soon as he hit campus. His biggest problem was he couldn’t throw an accurate pass past ten or fifteen yards. I chuckled.
“Remember when he wanted to trade seven-on-seven players?” I asked.
“He wasn’t the brightest guy,” Wolf admitted.
The best thing Brad did for us was to talk all his ass-hat buddies into using steroids. That allowed the rest of us a chance to play our sophomore year. I think that additional experience gave Coach Hope the confidence to let us get creative. I doubted he would give Trent the same freedom next year.
When Jill came and got me for my massage, I saw that Tim was next in line for the ice bath. It looked like most of us were dinged-up after our game against Broadview Academy.
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“What are we doing this weekend?” Brook asked me at lunch.
“Cassidy and I have our written test for flying tonight. Why don’t you log some flight time while we do that, and then we can go out afterward?”
“He finally has a Friday night free, and he wants to take a test?” Tracy asked.
“We could have taken it Saturday afternoon, but Dare told him he’d fixed his drone, and they plan to go fly it then,” Cassidy shared.
Why was it my new Jedi mind powers only worked on my little brother and Dare? Both Cassidy and Tracy should be clutching their throats as I snuffed the life out of them.
“There’s no football game, so if Brook is up for it …” Wolf suggested.
What were the rules about hitting people? Girls, only if they tried to kick you in the ’nads. And guys were fair game. I slugged Wolf in the shoulder.
“Oww … what was that for?” Wolf complained and then smirked. “We all worry that ‘fun David’ may have gone the way of the dinosaurs.”
I must not have hit him hard enough.
“You’re never around. You should come out and play with us,” Pam said to flirt with me.
“Sounds like we need a party,” Tim said. “Who can have it?”
“I can,” Dare volunteered.
Brook and I looked at each other and silently agreed that that wasn’t a promising idea. If anything happened, I would feel horrible.
“We could have it at the lake house,” Tracy offered. “That way, we wouldn’t bother the neighbors if the music gets loud.”
I would have to thank her for the save for Dare’s sake. He lived in an apartment building, which would almost guarantee calls to the police.
