Fifteen Years Ago, Hope

Kent Anderson
4 min readNov 5, 2023

It was a warm day. Upper 60s, near 70 or so. I had spent the better part of two months working, volunteering for Barack Obama’s campaign. I had made phone calls, worked the desk, brought food, went canvassing, voted absentee, (never worried or checked to see if my ballot got to my clerk) followed the trends, worried, listened to those who had already started on him about his birth certificate, his upbringing, marriage, “palling around with terrorists,” etc.

After all that, it was election day and I got dropped off at a middle school (just call them Junior Highs, please) with a stack of leaflets and enjoyed the sun and watched the people come and go. I was next to a nice woman who was handing out flyers for John McCain. We teased each other. It was a fun day.

I had turned 50 three weeks earlier. I had come out of a decade of extremes. A decade earlier I was living in a small town in Wisconsin with a woman I didn’t know, like or love. I had been asked to leave. I left and came back to Michigan. I was broke and broken. Spent the next year being, for all intents and purposes, homeless. I declared bankruptcy. Lost friends and almost my family. But I still had my mother and grandfather.

A decade later, I had found a place to live, recovered from bankruptcy (with a few hiccups) and was a world-ranked Paralympic table tennis player. My grandfather had passed earlier in 2008 and my dad was (unbeknownst to me) in the early stages of dementia, which would manifest itself over the next three years, with him living the last nine…

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Kent Anderson

Purveyor of Truth and Facts. Lifelong Detroiter. Journalist. Loves good TV, sports, friends and family. Mostly. Also: https://rollingwheelie.substack.com/