Sal, Steve and Spencer
October 12, 2022
Last week, I got a phone call. I didn't answer it, but the caller left a voice mail.
It was a recorded message from Sal Sorrento. You remember, the guy who I yelled at on the phone prior to the recent provincial election and who subsequently blocked me on Facebook.
Yet he’s not too proud to call again and ask me to support him in his quest to become a regional councilor.
The man lacks savvy. But he’s not lacking for nerve.
Then he called a friend of mine the next day. Sal even invited Steve out for coffee.
Did I mention that my friend’s name is not Steve?
And Sal must wonder why I call him a buffoon.
Fast forward a few days, when I got another call. This time it was from the so-called Spencer Bellows DeWolfe. You know, the guy who’s trying to ride his late mother’s coattails into public office and not being the slightest bit bashful about it. His website is filled with more pictures of his late mother than anything to do with his platform. How he got my phone number is something I’d like to know, but for the time being, let’s move on.
He’s running for city council in Ward 4. We need new innovative ideas and strategies and no hidden agendas, he says. Help the homeless and downtown businesses. Hold the line on property taxes. And he wants to calm traffic in neighborhoods to keep children and pedestrians safe. No mention of pollinator gardens.
He wound up the call by asking for my vote.
Did I mention that I don’t live in Ward 4?
I couldn’t vote for him even if I wanted to. Which I don’t.
But at least Spencer didn’t call me Steve.
Such is the sorry state of affairs at the municipal level.
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