I introduced M. Peevie to Forrest Claypool at a party this weekend. "Forrest," I said, "This is one of your youngest campaign volunteers, my daughter, M. Peevie." He smiled and reached out to shake her hand. She looked confused.
"You remember waving signs from the overpass a couple of years ago when Forrest ran in a different election, M. Peevie?" I reminded her. She tipped her head to the side and looked him up and down.
"But I thought we didn't know him," she said.
"You don't," I said, "but I do."
"But I thought he was famous or something!" she said, and he laughed. "Only in certain circles," he said.
Later, at home, M. Peevie picked up one of Forrest's flyers for his independent candidacy for Cook County Assessor. She pointed to his photo. "Oh," she said, "That really was Forrest Claypool." Because without independent verification, she might not be able to trust that we were telling her the truth. That her mother was telling her the truth.
What is up with that?