Templeton on the beach

Templeton on the beach.

Templeton’s thinking is always clearest when he is behind the wheel.
The dark sedan knows its own way out of the city– northeast, to the tidal flats, the dunes, and the wind.

Speaker of the House
Antiem Bridge:

“Don’t let that down home modesty get in the way of your common sense–son.”

“I’ve been inside the beltway for nearly forty years, and I say to you, that this is an opportunity which is seldom offered to senior senators, let alone some frontier junior congressmen from Illinois– that is until now!
And you have the audacity to politely say to me that you’re inclined to refuse!

Will you take some advise from an old man? Spend the rest of this afternoon and reconsider this proposal. Think it through, til your sure. I’ll be at my capitol office this evening. Come by and give me your answer then…
and I do strongly advise you to accept!”

Mrs. Templeton Klensor:

“I have nothing to wear! Neither do you! We must shop for clothes first off!
…Oh Temmy… that would mean you’d earn a larger salary too?”

Trusted Advisor
Preston Pedal:

“My Grand-Daddy used to say, When opportunity comes a-knocking, one had best unbolt the door.”

“You’d be on the national stage, fighting for the common folks. Everyone knows they’re a pack of thieving scoundrels. They’ll figure you can be sweet talked into turning a blind eye while they help themselves to what ever’s not nailed down.
I think they’ve underestimated a certain tall young man from the prairie.”

Newspaper boy:

“EXTRA! EXTRA! BMF picks Klensor as new running mate!”