Under the table

A union wanted to support me when I ran for Alderman. But it worried about being punished by the Machine for endorsing me. So, it stayed neutral.

But the union rep gave me his membership list – literally, under the table.

We were having lunch in a restaurant and he handed me the list – under the table – as if we were spies and he was giving me secret information.

“Call these people,” he said. “They’ll help you.” And a lot of them did.