Barb’s With Her
Sisters Barb Kendall and Betty Waschersmitz have lived in the same town, a suburb of Denver, for 37 years. Except for Barb’s second semester at community college, they’ve lived within a mile of each other since birth. They roomed together after Betty’s graduation. They each chose houses with their respective spouses in the same neighborhood they grew up in. They watch Bronco games at each other’s houses. They meet at La Madeline every Saturday afternoon for a taste of authentic French cuisine.
That could change in January 2017. If Hillary Clinton wins the presidential election, Barb, her husband Larry, and their two children will be heading off to spend the next four-to-eight years in Washington D.C.
Because while Betty abstained from voting due to not registering with a party, Barb, is #withher.
“I’m just so gosh darn excited,” Barb gushed when we sat down to speak Wednesday evening, the day after Clinton’s victory in California all but guaranteed she’d win the Democratic nomination. “I’ve been saying ‘I’m with her’ all along. Well, this time at least, now that she isn’t running against Baracka, who Oprah really liked by the way. Oh how I hated the Clintons in ‘08.”
Her enthusiasm was no doubt amplified by a sense of relief. It has been a tumultuous few months for Barb as she watched election results scroll across the bottom of the screen during prime time television. She unsuccessfully held back tears as she recalled the stress of the nomination process.
“Oh goodness, it has been tough. It was so drawn out, and for what reasons? What Bernie Sanders did, running against us like that, trying to win. Saying he’d make a better president than we would. It really ticked me off. I mean, #Imwithher. So by him saying her economic policies would not have the same positive effect as his, or by disagreeing with her stances on education reform, he was basically spitting in my face while throwing cast-iron frying pans at my dog.
“Poor Sprinkles. What’d she ever do?”
She paused for a moment as her sadness flared to passion, and to ask our server to bring another cup of honey mustard for her southwestern-style egg rolls.
“I mean, the audacity of that man! And his supporters! It was insulting. Even when CNN and Fox and Access Hollywood were telling us we had the nomination wrapped up, way back before Christmas even, they just wouldn’t stop. Primary after primary, he kept, ugh, TRYING.
“Thank goodness we have super delegates to tell folks who they should really vote for.”
Her infectious smile returned. We laughed. Our conversation lightened as she mentioned all of the benefits of living in arguably the most historical area of the country: crab cakes, cherry trees, taking day trips to see where acclaimed HBO drama “The Wire” was based. It was clear that Barb, the slog of the primary behind her, was ready to look forward to the general election. A new chapter. A new beginning.
“I’m really excited. I mean, Betty says that maybe I shouldn’t quit my job and sell our house just yet. She doesn’t understand that Hillary represents me, and that people like her, the leaders, the ones that wear nice suits and look like they smell good, would never pander to the masses by scaring us into thinking the other side might win, ensuring that we keep at least one of them propped up on top of the power structure they built and maintain for their benefit, at the cost of our own well being.
“Because when a person that I have never met and has no idea or care that I exist wins, I win.”