I was talking to a House Dem guy last week when he told me that Rep. Lisa Dugan had met my grandmother.

Huh?

Dugan, he said, was walking precincts in my grandmother’s adopted hometown in Iroquois County (she lived in Kankakee almost all of her adult life) and happened to knock on her door.

Last weekend, when I was pulling up to my gramma’s house, I noticed a Lisa Dugan yard sign out front.

“She was very nice. She stayed for half an hour,” Gramma reported.

Half an hour? Apparently, after Gramma let it slip that I was her grandson, the two had a long chat about politics, and Gramma gave her lots of names of people to talk to in town.

“She said nice things about you.”

I’m sure she did. It’s not like she was going to tell my grandmother bad things about me.

Although, come to think of it, a certain state Representative is still on my black list for whining to my MOTHER about his treatment in Capitol Fax.

So, I guess I should thank Rep. Dugan for being nice to my gramma and not talking out of school. It won’t change her coverage, of course, but at least it won’t get any worse.