Mitchell Rasansky assured me that as of 1500 hours Central Standard Time October 3, 2006 he still had not made up his mind whether to run for mayor of Dallas, no matter what kind of rumors I was hearing.
He has received the results of a poll for which he paid 18 grand, and he will say only that he is "very pleased" with the results. I tried to ask, "Very pleased as in 'first place,' very pleased as in 'second,' very pleased as in '10th'?" But the sly fox of Preston Hollow was too quick to get caught in that snare. All he would say is "very pleased as in 'very pleased.'"
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I heard that the main local decision-maker opposing a Mitchell Rasansky candidacy at this point in time is Mrs. Rasansky. He allowed as how that probably is the case.
"She's encouraging me not to do it, but she knows that if I decide to do this she will stand behind me 100 percent, and everything will still be the same," he said. "You know, we haven't had a vacation since 1999. I'm a workaholic. I like to work."
I believe him. Last week during the saga of the divorcing police chief and his consort, the lady TV reporter, I had occasion to reflect that I may not even know any women who would stay married to the police chief longer than a couple months, because the guy works 20-hour days seven days a week, as far as I can tell. I don't know how Laura Miller has held her family together while serving as mayor, but she has. That's the side of City Hall we never show and probably should: that local politics is a kind of life, and it's a life that eats people alive if they are not extremely disciplined or lucky or just willing not to have much of a life.
Anyway, we will know soon enough what Mr. and Mrs. Rasansky decide. And now that we have taken a moment to feel sorry for the devils, it's time to get out the cat-o'-nine-tails and get back to work on them. --Jim Schutze