No One Else Can Understand Your Dream

I have a friend who’s a really smart guy. But he doesn’t understand my dream. Not completely. My “dream” is just what you see here: a blog. That’s right–“just” a blog. I’ve done various forms of writing for many years. I took an interest in short stories while in school. Grade school? High school? I don’t remember. I used to… Read the rest

“America Was Never That Great”–Tell That To My Dad

I’ve often said that my parents were “New Deal” Democrats. Products of the Great Depression, they believed–rightly or wrongly–that Franklin D. Roosevelt “got us out of the Depression.” They voted Democrat all their lives. There was a time that a reasonable case could be made that the Democrat Party was “the Party of the little guy.” The purpose of this… Read the rest