My first political memory was a song. You may remember the old Oscar Mayer jingle — it was sung to that. “My baloney has a first name, it’s J-I-M-M-Y…” It was the late 70s and one of the kids on the school bus must have heard it somewhere. We all had a laugh about it, but I couldn’t say at that age I was any kind of political animal. I remember the day Reagan was shot, I was more upset that it preempted a Bugs Bunny special. Hey, gimmie a break. I was nine.
Watching politics used to be fun
Watching politics used to be fun
Watching politics used to be fun
My first political memory was a song. You may remember the old Oscar Mayer jingle — it was sung to that. “My baloney has a first name, it’s J-I-M-M-Y…” It was the late 70s and one of the kids on the school bus must have heard it somewhere. We all had a laugh about it, but I couldn’t say at that age I was any kind of political animal. I remember the day Reagan was shot, I was more upset that it preempted a Bugs Bunny special. Hey, gimmie a break. I was nine.