We had another election last week, and the expected person lost. It emphasizes the trends we saw on election night. One of those trends is that candidates matter. No matter how good your campaign or the movement that supports it, you must pick candidates that can make the electorate passionate about them. If you look at the close campaigns this season, it was almost always the candidate people could be passionate about who won. The astronaut. The pastor. The stroke victim bravely fighting on. Candidates matter. Yes, there are other important issues, but the vessel that carries those issues must be selected carefully, or the issues will lose.
Rosalie and Rosalind wanted to be married back home in International Falls, and we sent out the invitations to every student, teacher, and practicing medical person we knew. People came from all over Minnesota and beyond. A few even came in from Alpha Centauri, and one from New New York if I remember correctly. It was probably the largest collection of practicing and potential gengineers ever assembled in one place. The town built an entire new hotel just to house the visitors and the reception. The ceremony itself was going to take place in the church their family had been born into and buried next to for generations of course. And officiated over by the pastor who dedicated and baptized them. Those two girls were not going to forget their roots.
Rosalie and Rosalind were getting married, and they loved it. Dancing with wolves. Singing with birds. The whole fairy tale thing. They were so ecstatic they asked me to be the Maid of Honor. Now I’m not exactly a fair maiden, but I said yes real quick. I even asked if they wanted me to wear a bridesmaid dress. I would have done that for those two girls, and I would have looked oh so pretty doing it. But they thought I’d look better in a suit, so we went with that. They of course picked a pair of absolutely spectacular white dresses patterned after their grandma’s wedding dress. They looked old and new at the same time, and the girls could not wait to wear them down the aisle.
I remember the day those two boys from England proposed to Rosalie and Rosalind like it was yesterday. It was a triple date affair. I was going steady with this scrumptious medical student who went on to head the Mayo Clinic in later years. Real top shelf kind of girl. We were at Mario’s in Fergus Falls, a real nice Italian eatery. The boys played it cool the whole time. Never did let on what they planned, but the food was… scrumptious. Then the waiters brought the girls’ favorite dessert cake to the table and they dug in. Found the rings inside and the boys were on their knees in an instant. The girls said yes real quick. Shouted it. Maybe squealed it. They were real overjoyed, let me tell you.
Most medical students study a specialty they hope will define their career. I for instance studied the Peloran Treatments. We’ve been trying to break them down so we could understand them better for centuries, and I was following that path. Rosalie and Rosalind had a far more altruistic specialty in mind. They wanted to improve the integration of various uplifted species into our society. Cats and dogs are the most famous, but various real doctors and crackpots alike have implanted better brains in all kinds of creatures from Earth and beyond. What is far more rare is modifying their vocal cords so they can talk, or giving them opposable thumbs so they can use tools. My two girls wanted to fix that oversight.
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