I was suggesting the girls take one last trip to the women’s room before we drove home from Jones Beach. That’s when I spotted the senator on the boardwalk. I was thrilled.
“Hey, that’s our guy,” I said to my husband Chris. “What’s his name again?”
“Right. Kids, let’s meet our senator — Chuck Schumer.”
We shook hands. I snapped a picture. He asked, “What’s your name?
“And is this Mrs. Jones?” he asked me.
“Actually, it’s Ms. Coudal, but whatever.” I mumbled.
“Nice to meet you.”
Then we moved on. I commented that he was taller in person. We stopped at the bathroom. We spun some wheel to get a free pair of sunglasses at a bank give-away.
We left the boardwalk and then saw the senator again. How did he get ahead of us? He was chatting with another family. Now there were young men standing near him holding up signs, “Meet Senator Schumer.”
“Oh we love him. He’s our guy,” I told the young men.
We went and said, “Hi!” again to Senator Schumer. I blurted out. “Hey, we love the president. And we love you.” I totally interrupted his schmooze-fest with this other family. He was saying the family’s name — it was an Italian name — and he knew someone that they were related to. If you’re a politician, I guess you know people.
He turned his attention to us. “Hey the Joneses! You’ve got an easy name.” We snapped another picture.
I will try to remember our senator’s name next time I see him. Just like he remembered mine — while not mine exactly. But my family’s name.