A FOND REMEMBERENCE OF A CROOK

The government is open again and for the first time in over a year, I am watching the PBS News Hour. My son is ruining his eyes and brain playing computer video games while my daughter is out at the YMCA. Such a quiet house! Some parents look forward to a night out, perhaps a move or dinner. But, I'm happy to watch the News Hour. All those talking heads sound so despondent. The government may be open again, but what is left of our government? I was brought up talking politics and watching the News Hour reminds me of my parents, now dead. Talking politics was in my family's DNA. Politics and Education. My father went to a big city school in Brooklyn that graduated future Nobel prize winners. Yet, he was so happy that I was moving my children out to the suburbs to a school that has graduated no Nobel prize winners. Does the school really matter? Does the government really matter? It seems that to be able to succeed today you need to know how to function under dysfunction. While I was cleaning out my father's papers, I came across the one New York Times newspaper that he kept. It was not the moon landing or the Kennedy assassination, but the resignation of President Nixon. Watergate seems almost quaint today. What I wouldn't do for just a little hotel break in just as long as the hotel has a pool and room service (a functioning pool and room service).