As the nuns who struggled valiantly to teach me in grade school were inclined to point out, I'm not always the sharpest tool in the shed. So the notoriously arcane nuances of Pennsylvania's election law sometimes get past me.
An alert reader pointed out that I wrote something incorrect about the upcoming primary. I double-checked it with the Pennsylvania Department of State, and dang if he wasn't right.
My family got cable back in the '80s. And I wasted a lot of summer afternoons re-watching cheesy adolescent comedies.
If you did the same, remember this cliche? Some kid that nobody cares about ends up making all the difference. The quiet, nerdy guy who up to then walked through life unnoticed suddenly becomes the hero when he wins the heart of the prom queen with really, really big hair. Or maybe because of him, the summer camp for misfits and lovable slobs (and usually an ethnic stereotype or two) wins the climactic baseball game against the snooty rich kids.
Now that I think about it, maybe the fact that today's kids sit around and play "Grand Theft Auto" for hours isn't necessarily a bad thing. But I digress.
This year, Pennsylvania could be that nondescript kid who makes all the difference. I'm talking about the primaries.
