I'm Looking Forward To The Future, And

If We Are Lending Money That Ostensibly We Don't Have To Kids Who Have No Hope Of Making It Back In Order To Train Them For Jobs That Clearly Don't Exist, I Might Suggest That We've Gone Around The Bend A Little Bit.

My Mothers Dad Dropped Out Of The Eighth Grade To Work. He Had To. By The Time He Was 30, He Was A Master Electrician, Plumber, Carpenter, Mason, Mechanic. That Guy Was, To Me, A Magician. Anything That Was Broken, He Could Fix. Anybody Anywhere In Our Community Knew That If There Was A Problem, Carl Was There To Fix It.

Good Jobs Look A Lot Like Kids Playing And Adults Working.

Always Flat Front. You've Got To Be Deeply Suspicious Of A Man Who Consciously Goes With Pleats. Why Would You Do That?

What You Do, Who You’re With, And How You Feel About The World Around You, Is Completely Up To You.