The political lunch (if you can call it that, because my entire three hour meal was in a white wine glass) was very telling. With the vacuum created by the withdrawal of Commissioner Gross, discerning eyes like mine fell on Commissioner Bower. And, yes, I know I have joked (along with many others) about her being a little dotty, but she is in the same way you have an aunt who--while a bit batty--never misses a thing, spins logic out of madness, and is someone you would always run home to. Her take on the intricate corruption astounded me.

This is a town given to evil ways. Back room deals, giving away City property for a pittance. Bower's opponent, Commissioner Cruz is--of all things--a mortgage banker, so if you wonder WHY all the real estate lobbyists are dancing around him like a May Pole, you should pinch yourself because you are probably dead.

But this small little town of about 88,000 full-time residents is going to have to make a choice about who will represent them as mayor. My opinion only: how many of these full-time residents are about to be displaced by the rampant overbuilding and condo-ization. Only recently has the town brought up the matter that very soon it would be too expensive for a service industry person to live here. But, hey, why bother when there is so much profit in displacing them in the first place. People like Cruz usually have live-in help.

Well, I was offered many things and certainly offered some of my own. Mr. Political Insider got me aside between glasses of wine and said, "You could be a major player." I just don't have the time, but do have the conviction to join in and help Matti. My answer: "I've always been major, it's the politics that got minor!"

Let the games begin; I'll be raising money, awareness, and other things for her now. Who wouldn't for the aunt you could always run home to.