I can be sentimental. Not often, but I’m working on it. I just need to figure out how to increase my sentimentality without decreasing my cynicism.
Nostalgia is my favorite form of sentimentality. I enjoy recalling the more pleasant times before social media, before angry people felt entitled to yell at store clerks, flight attendants and their own mothers, before Donald Trump convinced millions of people it is OK to be mean and even dangerous.
Routines and schedules help calm me. Which is a lot like nostalgia — looking forward to those things that don’t change, that offer stability and predictability in a world that is moving faster than a trending post or hashtag.
In particular, I like Thanksgiving with its smell of slow-roasted nostalgia that drives away everything else in life. Certainly, it’s the food and the who-needs-an-excuse attitude toward three helpings at dinner and two desserts. There is nothing more traditional than the Thanksgiving menu and food decisions.
Notice I didn’t say food fights. There is no yelling in preparing the meal, unless it’s about politics.
Food decisions themselves are nostalgic: Canned versus real cranberry sauce; chunky mashed potatoes or buttery smooth; cream of mushroom soup in the green bean casserole or something new this year; sausage in the stuffing or vegetarian; who really wants green salad; and does anyone really need celery sticks on the appetizer tray.
And the ultimate decision at the dinner table: White meat or dark meat, which leads me to a civics lesson.
The other nostalgic piece of the holiday season is that it means the start of the state legislative session is less than two months away. Think of it as political indigestion, heartburn that lingers no matter how many stomach acid pills you pop.
In about eight weeks, the 60-member Alaska Legislature will go to work. Maybe the governor will too, but we’re still waiting on that.
Our elected officials will have 121 days of regular session to discuss, debate and possibly legislate on issues as diverse as public employee retirement plans, health care, child care, public safety, public roads and public schools.
But 2024 will be an election year, which is never a good recipe for cooking up the best public policies. Too many legislators will be looking ahead to their reelection, avoiding any ingredients that voters find distasteful. The governor, though not up for reelection, will be seasoning the pot and stirring up trouble to make his opponents look bad and his supporters as sweet to voters as a Thanksgiving dessert.
I expect the biggest debates next session will be how much more the state should spend to support public education, and how much the state should spend to increase the amount of the Permanent Fund dividend. That’s the way it’s been for years — all the other issues fall away as lawmakers and the governor fight over the two largest items in the budget.
It’s nostalgia at its worst. It’s a sad, repetitive behavior, made worse by the governor and his supporters putting a large dividend above all else. They pledge a bigger PFD than the state treasury can afford, knowing they won’t win in the Legislature but will win with many voters. It’s my cynicism acting up again.
As you enjoy your holiday meal and choose between white meat and dark meat, I hope you find some comfort in the nostalgia that elected officials will soon fight over the raw political meat of the Permanent Fund dividend.
Unlike holiday dinner guests who may find the white meat dry and hard to swallow — but can smother it with gravy — there is nothing that can make the bad taste of another dividend food fight go down easy. Nothing until education funding becomes more important than the dividend.
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