I was my eleventh grade Canadian History teacher's first crush, or at least that was what he told me in 1991. He claimed to be a liberal from Alberta and said he'd voted for Pierre Trudeau and John Turner before quoting the Gettysburg Address and giving me a yellow rose at the school dinner.
I don't know if I needed a hybrid Liberal Republican in my life or not, but that's the point of the grape crush. To hell with him, all he was was political, he wanted Texas and he didn't want me, he isn't French enough to be from Montana and he was so high on his office horse that I bet he didn't even know who George Custer was.
Meaning that no matter who he could rattle off in American political office, he hadn't written the song. He didn't write Dixie either.