17 August, 2016 | Index
Dear Hillary Clinton,
My name is Gerard Mclean, living in Englewood, Ohio just a little bit north of Dayton. I’m writing you 100 letters, one for each day between your nomination and election. This is the twentieth. The others can be found in your USPS mailbox or online at 100HRC.com
I had a long breakfast with three old friends I hadn’t seen in ages. Two were in town from Wisconsin for the tennis tournament in Mason, Ohio and they were passing through Englewood on their way home. The other lives in Columbus and jumped at the chance to drive over and catch up. Like with the best of friends, the years melted away after the hugs and handshakes, as if we had just had coffee yesterday. It was comfortable.
Politically, we are across the spectrum. I am the socialist of the group; the guy from Columbus a bit left of center; my friend from Wisconsin very far right and his spouse, a little left of him. Conversation around politics is and always will be as lively as you imagine.
But one thing we agree on; medical care delivery in America stinks. Nobody at that table thought insurance corporations brought any value whatsoever to the table and nobody wanted or needed to receive bills when they went to the doctor. In short, we all agreed that Universal Care, Medicare For All was something America needs.
Of course, we disagreed on how to pay for it, but agreeing on the ultimate objective is a start. Help us all build on that.
cc: Sen. Sherrod Brown