May 10
In the basement of the town hall, I stood in front of the Neighborhood Hero Award Committee (NHAC) and told my fellow members/citizens of Plimpton, “This evening is the final vote. I hope we are all prepared and make this decision simple and effortless.”
Ten women and men gawked at me as if I had seven heads. I wanted to roll my eyes, but didn’t. I had already planned not be a member of the committee next year.
Sherry Dixon, the mother of three and the wife of a dentist, told me, “Let’s make this quick. I have to get my kids to bed. They’re with a baby-sitter right now who I don’t really trust.”
Rocky Susa, the writer for the Plimpton Caller, stood, coughed, and asked me, “Is it true that you’re sleeping with one of the candidates, Mark?”
A string of oohs filled the room. Heady
