(I just don’t get how this guy keeps getting elected. – promoted by JulieWaters)
There are moments when you wish you had a microphone hidden in your lapel and this was certainly true during a brief conversation with Brian Dubie back in July. We were at the Quechee Inn on the occasion of an endorsement interview with the Professional Fire Fighters of Vermont. Tom Costello used his time wisely by just phoning in, since it was pretty much a gimmie for Brian Dubie due to his role in Homeland Security and his existing ties with the PFF. But I was asked to attend and so I trekked on down to Quechee, arriving during the luncheon break.
Upon my arrival I was pointed toward the buffet table. I was literally in the banquet room no more than two minutes, loading a burger on a bun, when Brian Dubie approached, looking a tad bit rattled.
The story just below the fold. I'll switch to present tense for the benefit of a play-by-play description of this mic-worthy moment.
It's July 7th at the Quechee Inn. Everyone's in their best suits and as I arrive I'm directed toward the fancy buffet table sporting the usual stainless steel chafing trays with a culinary offering of — hamburgers and hot dogs. I'm a fan of any homespun barbeque, but there's definitely a disconnect between the smell of an outdoor grill and the Quechee Inn dining hall, complete with pleated table-skirts and white linen napkins. Anyway, I place a hamburger on a bun and I still have the stainless steel tongs in hand when the breeze of a quickly approaching body causes me to glance back toward the oncomer.
Vermont's Lieutenant Governor introduces himself and says, rather hastily, “When you get a moment I want to talk to you about what you said about the National Guard.”
I'm a little taken aback, since I hadn't spoken or written a single word about Vermont's Green Mountain Boys during my campaign, during the last decade, or during my lifetime, to the best of my recollection. In my moment of confusion, I can't help but respond with a crinkle of the eyebrow and a genuine facial expression of surprise. I quickly reply, “Sure, anytime.” It's not the most eloquent response, but I'm not sure the Lieutenant Governor even heard me. He's already walking back to his table.
Suddenly it's clear to me what Dubie is really talking about. In my June 28th campaign announcement I referred to Brian Dubie's September 2006, two-week tour of duty in Baghdad as a “Tour of Glory.” As an unknown candidate I had made a conscious choice to come out strong, and frankly, I had no interest to hold back from calling out Dubie on a political stunt in disguise as a call to active duty. Dubie's suddent flight to Baghdad occurred without any notice given to Speaker Symington in a breach of our government's chain of command. Nancy Remsen of the Burlington Free Press was right on top of the issue, and given the timing of the event on the eve of the Dunne/Tracy Lt. Governor primary, it didn't take a conspiracy theorist to suggest pure politics at its worst. Brian Dubie flew off under the cloak of night as the cowboy pilot, returning only 14 days later with a neat little war story from the rooftops of Baghdad. Just in time for the General Election.
No question about it: a two-week sojourn, unlike any other Vermont soldier has seen, was a complete, unabashed Tour of Glory for Brian Dubie. But only a few people dared to call the Lt. Governor out on the carpet at the time. The somber fear of war and the lingering memory of terrorism were still quite close, easily summoned by such dramatic, front page photos such as covered the papers just days after the 5th anniversary of 9/11.
So I make my way back to my table and lifted my burger with both hands, just as I would at any honest backyard barbeque, despite the presence of linens, dainty china and assortments of silverware.
As soon as the luncheon is over, the fire fighters recess to the conference room as the dining hall empties out. The last person to start the meal, I'm also the last to finish, and as the movement to the next part of the day proceeds, Brian Dubie makes a B-line for my table.
Sitting with only one chair between us, Dubie says he wants to follow up with me and immediately goes into a breathless 10 minute vent. He talks about how we are both Vermonters, how we both have families, and how he's won 5 elections. The last part he mentions at least twice. “I've won 5 elections.” Vent, vent, vent. “You know, I've won 5 elections.”
It's as if he hasn't even stopped to take a breath. He unloads everything off his chest in what seems like a single, outward exhale from a pressure that's been building inside him for somewhere between 9 hours up to 9 days. I maintain eye contact, nod my head reassuringly and give him the space to get everything out.
Then he gets to the good part. The part that reveals the inner Brian Dubie. He's talking about wanting to keep the campaign from getting unpleasant, and says:
“If things get too….”
He doesn't complete the sentence, but makes a stuttering gesture with both hands suggesting a palpable frustration.
Then he delivers the nut:
“When it comes to public service, I could walk away from it all.”
Where's the microphone when you need it? My next thought is, “Sounds good. Let me help you out with that.”
Somehow my listening skills drop off for a moment as these words form a deep imprint in my brain. But it's only another minute when Dubie stops abruptly, taking a breath as he says, “There, that's all I've got to say.”
Well then, enough said.
There is no question in my mind that Brian Dubie is a very decent, respectable and even honorable man. He's a family man, a Vermonter just like all of us, and as Lieutenant Governor he's offered some tokens of green, local, Vermont-based values in speech and ceremony. His Green Valley Initiative. His vow to end Vermont's reliance on foreign oil. His praise of the Vermont Ski Hamburger.
In fact, I tell him this much, less the references above, right at that table in the dining hall of the Quechee Inn.
But I also assure him that there's a responsibility in politics, too.
“At the beginning of the day and at the end of the day, we are both Vermonters,” I said. “But during the day I have an obligation to fight as hard as I can to win.”
Before he rises from the table, the Lieutenant Governor says, “I look forward to keeping this on the issues,” then he disappears into the conference room where he swiftly gains the PFF endorsement.
When Dubie is finished with his interview, he gives me a wave and leaves the dining hall. I wonder where he's going next, given that, when it comes to public service, he can just walk away from it all.