WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE GOOD DEMOCRATS? Yes, I admit it. I was at one time a Democrat. You might say that I was born into it on my paternal side, while the hill people on my mother's side were Republicans. My father's dad was a Democrat county clerk and an enthusiastic Franklin Roosevelt fan. He also knew Harry Truman, whose hand I was able to shake at a very early age. The county in which my grandfather was an elected official had a very sparse Republican population. In fact, Republicans were almost non-existent. However, the best barbecue in the county seat was at a restaurant owned by a Mr. McCulloch, who openly proclaimed that he was a Republican. Folks felt this was so strange that they bestowed on Mr. McCulloch a nickname. Hence, he was known far and wide as "Odd McCulloch." If you were to visit that county today, you would not find one single, solitary Democrat office-holder. In fact, the entire state is now a bright red, from top to bottom. In the