I calmed down, eventually, and hoped for the best. That some how, some way, my name would work itself off that queen candidate list. I knew there was still a chance that I wouldn’t make it to the final five. I told all my friends they’d better not vote for me. I didn’t campaign for my title, either.
And, I’m happy to report, I got my wish. Through the process of elimination, in 1993 I got to watch that fall festival parade from the comfort of the sidewalks like nature had intended. I didn’t wear a crown. I didn’t have to put on a cape or carry a scepter. And, I got to eat candy. A bullet dodged indeed.