Phone Calls from my Congressman

It was eight o'clock in the morning. My computer was not yet on. I hadn't even finished my first cup of coffee. Already, though, my phone was ringing.

Hello? I picked it up.

"Kelly," said a voice. "This is Jim Ramstad."

"Mr. Ramstad," I choked, grabbing the closest pen and paper I could find, my brain snapping to attention. My Congressman was calling me!

Well, he wasn't really my Congressman anymore. He gave up his seat this past election cycle, but he'd served a long time -- 9 terms in the U.S. House, or in other words, 18 years, which is exactly half of my life. Of course I knew who he was. And he was calling me.

His call wasn't that unexpected. After all, I had been assigned to write an article about him and his new-found retirement by a local newspaper. Still, an interview had not been finalized so it was a surprise to hear him on my phone.

But I pulled through, even without that first full cup of coffee.

And Mr. Ramstad is pulling through his retirement by refusing to retire. Wanna know what he's up to?

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