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When I told people that I was going to phone call for Kamala Harris, most said, “Who would pick up the phone?”
I too expected the experience to be a washout, but my conscience nudged me to do something to oppose Donald Trump. How many Wisconsinites answered the phone was surprising. After reaching lots of Harris supporters and only a handful of Trumpers, I felt pleased.
As a responsible citizen and former newspaper reporter, I want newspapers to survive. You might think, therefore, that I could consider my Chicago Tribune subscription a contribution, like my contributions to public TV and radio.
It doesn’t feel like a contribution, however — and not just because it isn’t voluntary and I’m not choosing the amount. The pricing policy seems shady. For example:
Forty-one years ago I traveled to the birthplaces of my grandparents and the capital city in Slovakia, which was still part of both Czechoslovakia and the Soviet bloc. Reducing the risk of a journey behind the Iron Curtain, my maternal grandmother arranged for me to stay with my grandfather’s relatives in Bratislava, the capital, and with her relatives in the Liptov region.
No one in Liptovský spoke English, and I knew no Slovak, but that didn’t stop us from talking and laughing. We used translation books, although Grandma’s nephew’s wife spoke at length to me as if I understood every word. At times I somehow understood her.
Last week my sister Nancy, her husband, Bob, and their daughters Alex and Ashley retraced my trip, with a few differences. The Iron Curtain is no more, of course. They stayed in hotels and saw relatives only in Liptovský. They were able to have conversations because two cousins in their 40s speak English.