OK, this is not a political blog post, just a story about me and Jack. Former Congressman and Presidential nominee Jack Kemp passed away a few weeks ago, and since then I have thought about my brief encounter with him and read how others have eulogized him.
In the fall of 1995, I went to an IBO event in Salt Lake City at the Delta Center. I was there to coordinate the stage appearance of the Easter Seals child ambassador, who was to thank Amway IBOs for their generosity in support of Easter Seals. I was awaiting the specially equipped van that was bringing the child ambassador and her parents.
Meanwhile, of course, there were other VIPs arriving and departing from this area, with numerous IBOs on hand, performing different assigned tasks. I tried to stay out of the way, leaning up against a brick wall near the entrance. That was when the stretch black limo pulled up and a half dozen IBOs ran up to greet the arrival.
The door of the car opened and Jack Kemp stepped out, his white hair swooping with its distinctive cut.
OK, I have to pause the story to explain something. The Amway Independent Business Owners were all very sharply dressed in navy blue suits, white shirts and, for the most part, red ties. I know, I know ... the uniform. Let's just say that I think they all looked very professional and perhaps for some of these gentlemen this was their only suit and they wanted to make a good impression to other IBOs, to their uplines, and to the special guests. They took their businesses seriously and they heeded the advice of their mentors to look sharp. Meanwhile, leaning up against the wall is this guy wearing a pale green suit with some sort of check pattern and a floral tie. I was styling.
Jack stood up and surveyed his surroundings. He then breezed past the phalanx of five or six IBOs in their blue suits and walked up to me, a good 10 yards away. With hand outstretched he said, "Hello, my name is Jack Kemp and I'm running for President of the United States of America."
Standing straight now, I shook his hand and said something pithy like "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kemp," or "Welcome to Salt Lake City, Mr. Kemp." I can't really remember. I know I didn't have the heart to tell him I was a Canadian citizen and couldn't vote for him (or anyone else).
I do think he was looking for the person he needed to reach out to and, in that moment, he felt that person was me. I'm fairly certain it was the suit. He looked around and saw all these sharp, professional men who obviously were excited to meet him. Not that I was disinterested -- I was just focused on looking for the little girl in the wheel chair and didn't even know Jack was arriving. Also, as a Canadian who had been in the U.S. only a short period of time, I was somewhat disinterested in politics. I also need to point out that it wasn't that I was unkempt or unprofessional. I was just different professional. In any case, I had the look of a person that needs to be reached out to.
I still don't own a navy blue suit, although I have a nice navy blue blazer I wear with tan pants. I have a black suit and a charcoal suit and I've had brown and grey suits. I don't think I've had a light green suit like the one I was wearing that day in more than a decade. That might be why I also haven't had the opportunity to shake the hand of a presidential candidate since 1995. OK, that might not be the only reason.
I did appreciate Jack Kemp and I like a quote shared by his son. Jimmy said, "My father didn't think people were the problem but the solution." In a column, speechwriter Peggy Noonan said, "He was an optimist not in the modern and prevalent sense of being too stupid to know things can go bad, but in a way that suggested an informed sunniness. If things get dark, and they might, we'll have the brains, heft and resourcefulness to turn it around."
Optimism. I tend to look for the opportunity or silver lining in all situations, even if that situation gets me down. I have appreciated that in some of our political leaders in the past, and I think we need it from our political and business leaders today. Plus, I think America in general needs to remember (rediscover?) how great it is and Americans need to start going after what they want out of life with a new verve and energy, fueled by an eternal spirit of optimism, of what is possible, not impossible. Of what we can do, not can't. Of what's good about our lives today, not what isn't. So, although I didn't know Mr. Kemp well beyond that handshake, I do mourn his passing if it means one less voice of optimism.
I hope you all have a great day and a great weekend, filled with a spirit of optimism and hope and joy.