BY MICHAEL S. JOHNSON | JAN 10, 2026
The year was 1981. Several of us were with our dear friends Ralph and Mary Vinovich at a dinner in Cheverly, MD, a small hamlet in Prince George’s County where we lived. The dinner sponsor had invited candidates campaigning for their party’s primary nomination to replace Congresswoman Gladys Noon Spellman, the victim of a tragic car accident, to mingle with the audience for a brief period.
One of the candidates approached our table and bluntly but politely asked if there were any Democrats at the table.
“No,” came our reply.
“Do you mind if I move on then?” the candidate asked. We all said, no, not at all. We understood the politics of party primaries and the time wasted in seeking the support of those who couldn’t vote for you.
We didn’t recognize the candidate, at least I didn’t, and it was pretty clear he didn’t know us.
That candidate was Steny Hoyer and he went on to win that solidly Democratic seat in Congress.
Hoyer, who announced his retirement last week, would claim that seat for 45 years. In all he can boast a 60-year career in politics. Continue reading
