I’ve lived in Evanston since I was a child, but last night was the first I’d ever attended a meeting of the Democratic Party of Evanston. It wouldn’t have happened at all without a friend of mine dragging me along, but once there I settled in for a long night of talking. One candidate, however, broke the flow: Jeff Smith. It was the first time I had heard him speak, and his voice—halting, but serious—immediately let me know I wasn’t going to be fast-talked. As he spoke of what he’d done, and what he was going to do for Evanston, I realized that so many of the places that have meant the heart and soul of the city to me had been silently fought for and saved by him while I admired them unknowing. After doing a little research of my own I came to the conclusion that he is a man who believes as he feels, and does as he believes; sending me to the voting polls for the first time feeling as if through him, I can help the town I love.
Encouraging others to do the same,