My granda had a only few truly prized possessions. An artist friend once gave him an ornate mug she’d thrown, a narrow wee thing with delicate Biblical images on. He treasured the programme from Inauguration Day, 1961, which President Kennedy signed to thank him for helping during the campaign. He had a baseball signed by just about the entire 1946 Red Sox, and another with only Ted Williams’s signature.
And then he had a dirty lapel pin. A faded button, really, but quite small, like an old campaign pin. In a manner of speaking, it was a campaign button. A friend gave it to him, and he never lost track of it. I regret not knowing where it’s gone; I think my aunt probably has it. It’s this tiny little thing, just a plain white button with painted blue stitches like the seams on a baseball and a slogan, a slogan I grew up hearing and still repeat to this day.
“I’M FOR JACKIE.”
And he was.
And I am.
I’m for Jackie.