The 4th of July (as most Americans call Independence Day) has been my favorite holiday since I can remember. I have always liked it better than Christmas, my birthday or any other cause for celebration. Perhaps it was because I grew up in Buffalo loving baseball and it was the one holiday where the odds were in favor of baseball weather. The fond memories continued into adulthood, my first date with my wife was on a 4th of July many years ago. This year it just doesn’t feel the same and it’s all because Donald Trump is President. Let’s explore. Continue reading A Different Feeling
One of my political mentors was the late John Maloney. He taught me a lot about politics in a few simple lessons. Don’t bother googling him. He was not famous. He was just a good Democratic foot soldier who in his later years was willing to impart some of his wisdom on a young man who, though somewhat experienced, still had many lessons to learn. I’m now in my later years and hope I can pass this and other lessons on to others. Today I want to tell my readers what Mr. Maloney (I never called him by his first name) taught me about the kitchen table. Continue reading The Lesson Of The Kitchen Table
I had planned to write about something else for today’s posting. It will have to wait. It wasn’t the most important news item of next week. What I’m asking you to explore with me is! Continue reading My Roots Are Showing (And They Are Angry)!
Today is Labor Day in the United States and Canada (except in Canada they spell it Labour). Like most progressives I’m pro-union and certainly pro-labor. Part of that I’m certain has to do with where I grew up. I was born in Buffalo, New York and raised in one of its adjacent suburbs, Cheektowaga. Arguably Cheektowaga’s main street is Union Road and my high school alma mater sits on it to this day. Continue reading A Labor Day Thought
Some of the best things that happen in life happen by accident. Theodore Roosevelt becoming the President was an accident. He was sworn into office on September 14, 1901 at the Wilcox Mansion in Buffalo, New York following the assassination of William McKinley becoming the 26th President of the United States of America, and at 42 years of age, the youngest ever. Despite the rhetoric of presidential candidates, running mates are never chosen because the candidate legitimately feels they are the second best qualified person in the country to sit in the Oval Office. (Does anyone really think John McCain felt Sarah Palin was the next best qualified to him?) They are chosen for political reasons. Continue reading The Enshrinement Of Theodore Roosevelt