t his high school reunion, Tim Walker reconnected with several classmates who spent their adult lives out of state. Most had the same question.
“Tim Walker is the mayor of Elizabethtown?”
The surprise in their voices apparently amused him. Walker did something in life that many people never accomplish: He rose above the limits his hometown placed on him.
He set different expectations for himself.
Actually, Tim’s personal aspirations were derived from a sense of duty and faith.
I've noticed a recurring question as I talk to people about Congress. What can be done, they wonder, to get Congress back on track? Is our national legislature capable of serious policy making?
At a time when polls say jobs and the economy are Americans’ chief concern, Congress has not passed a single piece of economic legislation. Instead, it’s focused on investigations. It’s an institution with very little to show for its efforts.
I’ve often thought I’m a lot like my dad. But I don’t want to be. I certainly don’t want to copy his bad habits. I’d prefer to copy his good ones, but I don’t remember them he had any.
Maybe I’m more like him than I want to admit. But I don’t want to be. I find myself yelling at my kids like an out-of-control idiot.