The New York Times says John Kerry's presidential running mate announcement could come as early as Tuesday. (Not a moment too soon, because if another vapid TV personality asks John McCain if he'd consider switching parties to join the ticket, we're canceling our cable.) There's not much of a local angle to this story, unless you recall that there was a tiny flurry of speculation about Phil Bredesen being in the running months ago. Lord knows what happened to him. Must have been the receding hairline. (Or, given that his bald spot is growing, is it an advancing hairline? Inquiring minds want to know.)
Around the editorial offices of the Scene, which were pretty empty on this Friday summer afternoon, opinions about Kerry's choice didn't exactly run the gamut.
Associate editor Liz Garrigan predicted John Edwards, as much because he's a good North Carolinian as anything else. So did reporter John Spragens, a recovering Nader supporter. And film writer Ridley, who, though he'd never recognize it himself, could opine about national politics better than Maureen Dowd on steroids. And theater critic Martin Brady, an endearingly open-minded fellow who was here helping to fill in for missing-in-action managing editor Jonathan Marx, who got married last weekend. Production manager Rob Williams joined the chorus. As did Jack Silverman, who was munching on a Middle-Eastern looking dish from Kalamata's. Marie Yarbrough, who runs the music listings section of the paper, took a dim view of the entire affair. "I don't know that I care," she said.
As for my prediction, I say Edwards too. In fact, if Kerry doesn't pick Edwards, he's a total dumbass, but that's a distinct possibility.