That night, the plane that was carrying him to his victory party crashed, killing the Congressman, his wife, both of his children, the pilot, and the pilot's son.
The roller coaster of emotion on that August 3rd, from the joy at this man's victory to the horror of watching the tragic news unfold on TV helped galvinize my political inclinations for all time.
It was also the first night I got to stay up late enough to watch The Honeymooners, through muffled sobs, while my angry dad stormed around the room insisting that "This was no accident!". The seeds of my future career as a conspiracy theorist were born that August 3rd, at the exact moment that I was introduced to Ed Norton and Ralph Kramden for the very first time.
A few days after this election tragedy I called up the number of Jerry Litton's campaign headquarters that was listed in the phone book, and the nice man at the other end sent me large manilla envelopes full of Jerry Litton campaign literature, including a green bumper sticker that read:
"Litton for President".
It would have happened, too. He was a very intelligent, dynamic, sensible, and compassionate person.
Here's to the Litton family, and how different the world could have been today if you could have fulfilled your ambitions.