“Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.” (Mark Twain)

I am always amazed by election year politics and the way politicians can twist any set of facts into anything that suits their nefarious purposes. Even at the lowest levels of government, distortion and deceit are common practices. And you know what makes it worse? We fall for it repeatedly. Let’s face it, we are about to elect the most dishonest president in the history of the United States of America and it doesn’t even matter what party we vote for because both candidates are equally capable of lying to get what they want. Welcome to the 21st century where truth, justice and the American way are just distant memories.

Given that I spend so much time driving, I am inundated with political advertising on the radio. I have heard back-to-back commercials that completely contradict each other and leave me wondering who, if anyone, is telling the truth. Then we have the daily polls to remind us of who is in the lead at that exact moment in time, never mind that the numbers change hourly and polls are inherently biased. Just asking a question a certain way lends itself to the answer that is desired in the first place. That makes it really easy to manipulate the outcome but polls are still a popular way to influence the election. Our democratic process has become anything but democratic and we are about to elect another incompetent leader in just a few months. That’s America, where anybody can become president if they win the beauty pageant we used to call an election.

All of this frustration with the political process has given me an idea. I wanted to test the accuracy of polls by trying one myself. I wanted to keep it simple and it wasn’t the least bit scientific but it did achieve some remarkable results. On my drive today I was taking two little  brothers to visit their mom. When we arrived at the destination, there was a large group of women taking an exercise class on a playground. I parked the car close to them and proceeded to get the boys out and into the building. Along the way, several women in the group voiced their opinions of me. (Is it catcalling if women do it to men?) As I headed back to the car alone, the comments became more colorful and plentiful. I was greeted with, “Look at that guy, he’s hot!” At that point, I turned it into a social experiment. I said, “How hot do you think I am?” That brought forth a stream of catcalls including several offers to bear my children and one older woman who said, “I haven’t seen a man that hot in 20 years.”

Now, I’m sure that carrying a two-year old and holding hands with his older brother probably improved my odds of being seen as attractive because lets face it, I’m 62 years old and I have my share of grey hair, wrinkles and extra pounds. I might have been hot a long, long time ago but I’m not crazy enough to think I could pull that off now. So what can we learn from this informal poll based on a random sampling of an ethnically diverse group of women of all ages? First, women never lie about men and second, I can honestly claim to be the hottest 62 year old Guy alive or at least according to the inmates at the Women’s Correctional Facility in Topeka, Kansas. Mark Twain would be proud of me.

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“Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty.” (Anne Herbert)

I didn’t want to drive today but I don’t always get what I want. My ear infection went from tolerable to painful today and I just wasn’t up for another seven hours on the road. After laying down for a while, with my latest home remedy working in my ear, I decided I wasn’t that sick and however bad I felt, it probably paled in comparison to the day some foster kid was having while they waited for me to drive them home. When I got to the house, I could hear some pretty painful emotions being expressed, before I even got to the door. Clearly, my presence was not appreciated but I don’t get to change my schedule.

After a few more tense minutes, the child appeared at the front door. Her head was down and she was sobbing. The foster mom told me she had come for a visit with her sister and she expected to be staying longer than just one day. I got her in the car and introduced myself in the usual way, “My name is Guy and yes that is my real name.” She barely even looked up as she timidly shook my outstretched hand. What I could see of her face surprised me. She was pretty, with olive skin and dark eyes but she had piercings and tattoos. I hoped they were just airbrushed on and not permanent. I just don’t like it when kids that young think they need to do something to get attention.

I could tell by her body language that she was a victim of circumstances beyond her control. My paperwork told me she was fifteen but she looked younger. She curled up in the back seat and proceeded to pull her hair down over her face as if to hide it from me. I asked her a few simple questions and tried to get her to open up with me but she mainly gave one word answers, if any. With her knees tucked up under her chin, she hugged the car door and went to sleep for the first hour of our drive to Wichita.

Halfway there, we stopped at McDonald’s to use the restroom and then I asked her if she wanted cookies or a hot fudge sundae? Her answer stunned me, “What’s that?” I said, “It’s ice cream with hot chocolate poured all over it, you have to try it. It’s wonderful.” We got back in the car and she quickly finished it. I asked her if she liked it and again she gave me her one word response, “Yes. Thanks.” Then I smiled at her and said, “Now can I see you smile?” She lit up immediately and it was a thing of beauty. I added, “I was beginning to think you had forgotten how to smile. You should do it more often, you’re beautiful when you smile.” She smiled again but only for a second, as she seemed to be uncomfortable with the prospect of getting any kind of attention.

She kept quiet for the next hour but this time she didn’t hide under her blanket or curl up by the door. She kept her head up and smiled at me each time I turned to looked at her. When we got to Wichita, I told her I hoped to see her again and I encouraged her to make the best of the situation she was in so she could keep getting visits with her sister. I thanked her for putting up with my choice of music and being so cooperative on the drive. I promised her another sundae if we ever met up again and wished her well. I wanted to say I was going to pray for her but we’re not supposed to inject our religious feelings, so I kept that to myself. I did pray for her and I will again soon. She clearly needs someone to pray for her and care for her. I may never see her again but I can keep praying for her.

I headed home still feeling lousy but, somehow, being with her made my pain less so. My random kindness had given birth to senseless beauty and that simple gesture made my day a little better for her and for me. Maybe that’s the lesson I learned again today. Every act of kindness we share is always returned exponentially. I made her smile with one hot fudge sundae and she made my head feel better just by thanking me. I broke down that wall of sadness she had imposed on herself and she let me in long enough to share my feelings for her. I wish I could get that close to every kid I meet but it doesn’t always work that way. Today it did. My head still hurts but my heart feels good. My advice — practice random kindness every day and see what senseless acts of beauty come from it.

Good luck!

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“Timid men prefer the calm of despotism to the boisterous sea of liberty.” (Thomas Jefferson)

America was founded by some of the most courageous men and women who ever lived on Earth. We owe them everything we have now and we would be wise to revisit the lessons they learned on their journey to freedom. America, as a constitutional republic, was the first nation ever founded on democratic principles. They had to start from scratch and imagine possibilities that had never even been conceived of before.The concept of personal liberty had only been theorized prior to America’s founding and despotism had reigned since time began. This is what Jefferson was talking about in my title quote; despotism, in all its forms, is relatively calm compared to freedom. Freedom is boisterous and unpredictable and always changing. Timid men prefer the predictability and security that despotism promises even without any personal freedom.

Thomas Paine spoke to the challenge of freedom when he said this, “Tyranny, like Hell, is not easily conquered, yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” The founding fathers understood the gravity of the moment they were in and the challenge left them undaunted. They had suffered so long under a despot that they were willing to try anything to achieve their God-given liberty. The part that amazes me the most is their willingness to concede that any form of government could become tyrannical and they invested most of their time in seeking ways to minimize that possible outcome. George Washington recognized and voiced his concerns for future governmental despotism when he made this observation, “There is a natural and necessary progression from the extreme of anarchy to the extreme of Tyranny…arbitrary power is most easily established on the ruins of Liberty abused to licentiousness.” His meaning is clear, when liberty is abused and morality no longer guides our decisions, then tyranny will take its place and all forms of government are equally capable of becoming tyrannical.

The founders were just as wary of government tyranny as they were of King George. James Madison spoke about the gradual loss of freedom with these famous words, “There are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachments of those in power than by violent and sudden usurpations.” He was trying to warn us that government cannot be left to its own devices for long because the love of power corrupts all humans eventually. Liberty, if it is to be maintained, has to be watched over and guarded with the collective concern of all the citizens. That’s why voting is so important and why low turnouts work in the favor of the ruling class. They do not fear the voters and they will gradually increase their power over us because we have failed to participate in the process of government.

Thomas Jefferson gave us a clear warning about the future of our democracy when he said, “The tyranny of legislators is at present, and will be for many years, our most formidable danger. The tyranny of the executive will arise in its turn, but at a more distant period.“I think we’ve reached that point. Our legislature has become so partisan and so dysfunctional that it has allowed the executive branch to govern by fiat. We now have three branches of government that create laws. We are teetering on the brink of despotism like never before and we need to be extremely careful about how we proceed. The ugly truth is we did this to ourselves. That’s how a democracy works. We allowed ourselves to be taken over by government because we no longer accept personal responsibility for maintaining our liberty. It took 200 years but everything the founders warned us about is coming true. Clearly, Ben Franklin was speaking the truth when he warned us that, “Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.”

We can argue all day about which political party is to blame for our problems but that’s not addressing the real issue. The real problem is US. We no longer accept responsibility for nurturing the tree of liberty that was planted for us by the founding fathers. If that tree dies we’re all going to be sorry because we’ve forgotten how horrible tyranny really is and how much freedom is really worth. Freedom is messy and complicated and frustrating at times but that’s because we have the freedom to choose our destiny. We can make our lives better or worse but we can’t give away that responsibility to our government. That’s just like leaving the gate open for the wolves to come in. The founders gave us all the tools to work with to keep freedom alive in the hearts of all mankind. Liberty is worth anything and everything but we have to work at it together.

When you go to vote this year, please ask yourself this simple question, “Who would the founding fathers want to keep the tree of liberty alive and well?”

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“Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!” (Lydia Child)

I’ve been a father for 31 years now. This Father’s Day might be the best one I’ve ever had, even though I’m on the road all day. The reason this one stands out is that my son, Thomas, has decided he wants to follow in my footsteps and become a father too. And he did it the hard way by getting engaged to a wonderful young woman who already has a daughter. I am truly thankful for the courage and character he has shown in making this momentous choice. I think they will have a bright future together and his daughter is one lucky little girl. He’s already doing everything a good father needs to do for his children and that makes me happy.

My own life completely changed the day he was born in 1985. Nothing I had ever done up to that point compared to the joy he brought me. We have been best friends ever since. I love both of my kids with all my heart and there is nothing I won’t do for them. I plan to be the best grandfather ever and that’s saying something considering how good my dad was with my kids. Fatherhood is the best experience any man can ever hope for and those who choose otherwise are monumental fools.

Of all the things my father taught me, there are a few lessons that are essential to being a good dad. First, learn to laugh at yourself and with your kids. None of us is perfect and the more we celebrate our moments of foolishness, the more lovable we become. Second, show their mother all the respect she deserves. Fatherhood is work but motherhood is hard work. When you honor their mother with thoughtfulness and extra effort, they will take notice and respect her even more. Third, be there for everything. Fathers are essential for the healthy development of a child’s sense of self-worth. Every time you make it to a game, or a recital or just a day in the park, it’s your contribution to their emotional well being. No kid wants an absentee father. Fourth, work hard at everything. Show your kids what it means to be a responsible adult. Help your neighbors and volunteer in the community, so your kids can see you making a difference for others. They want to have a dad they can be proud of and one who lives a life of significance. Fifth, practice forgiveness. Don’t internalize the pains that come with life. Failures are the best way to show kids how to cope and what to do next. They watch everything you do and your reaction is going to be their model for their own behavior. The better you cope with tragedy and failure, the better they will be able to cope with problems too.

I’m not an expert on parenting. I still learn new things every day, especially with the troubled kids I deal with in foster care. What I know for sure is this, good fathers are ridiculously important to children. We’re the guardian, the guide, the leader, the decision-maker, the medic, the coach and the confidant for our children and they need us to be great. I think my son will be a tremendous father and the fact that he volunteered to do that job for little, Verity, means she has a dad who chose her to be his daughter. When she’s old enough to understand what that means, she will feel honored I’m sure. I’m honored right now to call him my son and Verity gets to have me as one of her grandfathers. How much better can Father’s Day get?

Now I have to spend the rest of the day with a couple of troubled teenage girls. At least today I have the satisfaction of knowing that one little girl is being taken care of by my son. This is his first Father’s Day and I hope he learns to appreciate every child as much as I do. Happy Father’s Day to all who have earned that title. We’re all blessed to have you.

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“Solitude – a good place to visit but a poor place to stay.” (Josh Billings)

I just got back from a vacation to our place in Minnesota. The term vacation barely applies to me. I packed the car with a chain saw, an extra chain, a lawn vacuum, gloves, a cordless drill, safety glasses and food because I was going to be burning a lot of calories. I drove 11 hours to get there and the next day I fired up the John Deere mower and began my chores. It takes about 3 days to get around our place once with the mower. Then I grabbed the weedeater and spent another day cutting brush, just to keep the forest from taking back its own. Then, my son and I, cut down a dead birch tree that was hanging over the lake. We dropped it right in the water and then floated it down the lake to a low spot where we could get it out and cut it up for firewood. Actually, the frigid water felt pretty good but the leeches, not so much. When it rained, I slept or cooked dinner. The only part of the word vacation that applies is vacate. At least I was working somewhere else and the view was prettier.

I have always enjoyed my solitude far too much and I’m starting to realize it may not be good for me. When my friend Nancy died recently, it really hurt me to realize how much I missed her and then the guilt set in. I didn’t even know she was sick. How sad is that? Maybe the reality is that I work hard so I won’t have to find time to stay in touch. If I fill up my days with foster children, long drives and then a few chores at home I can justify my solitude by calling it my duty. I get to feel good about taking on a lot of responsibility that allows me to put my relationships on hold. Then when they die, like Nancy just did, I can just write about how wonderful they were after they’re gone. An hour of writing to make up for 10 years of neglect. Shame on me for not trying harder to stay in touch. I should have been there for her, at least once in these last days of her life. That was my duty too.

I think we all deal with this problem in different ways. Some of us are much better at staying in touch and expressing our true feelings for each other. I’m not and I regret that. If someone asks for my help, I’m ready, willing and able to do whatever needs to be done but if it’s just a plea for my time and undivided attention, I falter at that simple request. There is something about my personality that makes me crave responsibility and resist taking time off just to relax and smell the roses. My son, Thomas, actually helped me realize this propensity while we were at the lake. He and his fiance, Leah, and her daughter, Verity, were staying in another cabin at the other end of the property but they came to our cabin for dinners. One night, it was raining hard when they climbed out of his truck in front of our place. Leah ran for the door but Verity took off for the swing set, down the hill. Thomas followed after her and proceeded to push her back and forth in the rain for a good 10 minutes. Thomas had asked Leah to marry him just days before so he didn’t really need to go out of his way for Verity but he did it anyway and I’m quite sure it’s something Verity and Leah will always remember about my son. I could not have been any prouder of him for doing that. For those few minutes, he was totally devoted to that little girl and for me that was a clear reminder of what life is really worth.

We each have a finite amount of time to live and to make our lives the best they can be. Being busy, working hard, being successful and achieving our goals are all part of that experience but none of those compare to just being a compassionate person who gives to others whatever they need at that moment. All it took for Thomas to earn his rightful place as Verity’s future father was 10 minutes in the rain in Minnesota. I will never forget the look on her rain drenched face when she finally came in for dinner. It was pure joy and that childish giddiness we all know so well. I want to feel that way again. I want to stand in the rain and not think about how tall the grass is going to be after it quits. I want to hold my wife’s hand for a few minutes without worrying about getting the dishes done. I want to be there for my friends just because they’re my friends not because there is a project that needs my attention. I want to write about all the wonderful people I know while they’re still alive to appreciate it and not wait to say, “Thanks for being such an amazing part of my life.”

So, for all of you who take the time to read my thoughts, “Thanks for everything. My life is all the more amazing because you are all in it. May God bless you and keep you happy.”

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“You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry. Don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.” (Walter Hagen)

I lost another dear friend this week. Nancy Conley was my office manager for 16 memorable years. I can still remember the first time we met. When she interviewed for the job, she was completely lacking in any of the bookkeeping skills I required for the position. I hired her anyway. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. She was feisty and pushy and confident in her ability to learn everything I needed her to do. I brought in a retired bookkeeper to teach her the basics and she caught on quickly. From that point on she was unstoppable and she ingrained herself into my business like no one else could. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to help me go from good to great and I thanked God for bringing us together.

Nancy was intense and inquisitive about everything and it was all I could do to stay one step ahead of her. She enjoyed making me squirm and I enjoyed fooling her into thinking I actually knew it all. We made a great team, especially with the customers. She and I competed like quick draw specialists to see who could answer the phone first. She won more than I did and if she didn’t win she accused me of cheating by just sitting on the phone. I didn’t even try to compete with the walk-in clients. She had the front office and she was closer to the front door so it wasn’t even possible to compete for the honor of greeting clients. Most of them loved her more than me anyway, so I didn’t really care. She knew their names, their birthdays, their pets, their hobbies, their families and she made all of them feel special. I always thought I had good people skills but her’s were off the charts. She was funny, kind, compassionate and genuinely interested in everyone. I was incredibly lucky to find someone like her.

By the early 90’s, we hit a rough patch. She was going through a messy divorce and I was attempting to re-invent the company with all new technology and a massive amount of debt. The stress level was ridiculous but we finally sat down and had a heart to heart talk. I was shocked to learn about the divorce and I was deeply sorry for not being more supportive. We both agreed to try harder to be more open with our feelings and what was really in our hearts. Neither one of us knew how much our relationship would be tested in the near future. I found out I had cancer in October of 1993. More than anyone else, Nancy helped me get through that nightmare. On the days when I just wasn’t feeling that great she tried even harder to pick up the slack. Just about the time my doctor finally cleared me, Nancy found out she had  breast cancer. I did all I could to be there for her but it never seemed like enough. She was so independent and such a fighter that the thought of giving in to any disease just made her mad. I wasn’t about to stand in her way when her Irish blood started boiling. I will always be grateful for sharing that experience with Nancy.

After she was over the divorce, Nancy took a trip to Ireland. It was tough without her for two whole weeks but I really wanted her to go and have fun. Vacations were all important to Nancy and she worked hard at having fun. Whenever she took a week off to go to the parks in Utah, I knew better than to expect her back on time. She would drive straight through by herself and then call me on Monday morning to tell me when she could still make it in. I just laughed and told her to get some sleep and see me tomorrow. That one extra day always seemed to be enough to get her rested up from her marathon vacations.

By the end of the 90’s, we were attempting to re-invent the company again with an emphasis on multi-media and Nancy insisted on learning this new stuff. She and Kevin Cullen worked tirelessly to learn A/V editing and digital photography. The work they produced was superior in every way but we were kind of ahead of the market because high speed internet was still too expensive. As the printing side of the business declined rapidly we just didn’t have enough time to get the next big thing off the ground. Kevin and Nancy were the last two employees to go, when I finally closed in December of 2003. By that time it was pretty obvious that they had become very close and I was happy for both of them. They were good for each other.

After we closed down, I tried to stay in touch but that’s always difficult. Sixteen of the best years of my life were spent with Nancy Conley and then it was over. She took it as well as could be expected because she knew it was coming but I’m sure it hurt. It hurt me too. Losing a business is more than just closing the doors. It’s the loss of relationships that are the most devastating. I only saw Nancy a few times these last ten years and now I’ll never have that chance again. That’s going to hurt for a long time now.

After I read the obituary Nancy wrote, I felt a lot better about us. She reminded me that life is short and we only get one chance. We had 16 amazing years together and for that I will always be grateful. She was one in a million and I was blessed to have her in my life. Her smile, her laugh, her wicked sense of humor and her work ethic were all part of her life’s work. She got more out of life than almost anyone I know and I’m sure she had no regrets. Right now she’s probably pestering God Himself to make some improvements around Heaven. He may be almighty but I’ll bet Nancy will make him prove it. Maybe, by the time I get there she will have the place whipped into shape and then we can just sit around and laugh about all the crazy things we went through together. May God bless you Nancy, you are the best.

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“Too much of nothing.” (Bob Dylan)

Bob Dylan wrote this song in 1967. I think he was trying to tell us about the future of America where the love of money would leave us with, too much of nothing. It’s nearly 50 years later and we’re about to elect a new president. Our choices are going to be a woman who just wants the job so she can be remembered as the first female president and a man who just wants the job so he can be remembered as the biggest winner of all time. Too much of nothing, indeed.

America is on a path that leads to a whole lot of nothing. I’m not so sure we’re not already there. Of course, my worldview is somewhat jaded by the fact that I work with foster children and families that have nothing going for them. When the government has to take care of so many children because their families can’t, it tends to make the future look pretty dim. I can only imagine what this generation of kids is going to experience 10 years down the road. It will not be pretty and we will all share the consequences of too much of nothing. We could change things for the better but it won’t be because our leaders rose to the occasion. It could happen, if we the people decide to make it happen but our love of money will make it very difficult. Selflessness is not our best thing.

This is not the first time the world has experienced this phenomenon. The years between the end of WWI and the beginning of WWII were very similar. The post war greed of the 1920’s was followed by the devastation of the 1930’s. We really seem to struggle with the lessons of history and the fact that too much greed always leads to a horrible outcome. Even Henry Ford understood that for his company to thrive, he had to pay his workers a decent salary so they could afford to buy his cars. He was a capitalist but one with common sense. His success was directly tied to the success of the middle class that he helped create. Good for him that he got rich by helping others achieve more. But that was a hundred years ago, I’m still waiting for the next great business leader to come along and it’s not Donald Trump.

I’m also waiting for the next great president and neither of these candidates has what it takes to lead us out of the swamp we are in now. I could do a better job than either one of these empty suits but I wouldn’t sell my soul to get there, so that takes me out of the running. If anyone out there still thinks these candidates haven’t sold out to get where they are, then please stop kidding yourselves. Whoever wins will be given the keys to the treasury and their donors will be in line for all the government handouts they can get. This is the essence of the rage that average Americans feel now. Elections are bought and paid for by people who only want more in return and the average Joe taxpayer gets only the scraps. This country has more than enough for everybody but too much of nothing always ends up at the top where it has the least benefit for the majority of us.

Now, I’m done ranting. Here’s my solution. We should have a one day labor strike. Everybody who isn’t in a critical position  (police, firemen, EMT’s, nurses, doctors, the military, and transportation etc.) should all take the same day off. Let’s make the point that we aren’t going to accept the existing system anymore. Maybe the rich need to be reminded that their lives wouldn’t be so easy if it weren’t for average people like you and me who do most of the real work in this country. They might have to drive their own cars, they might have to go to the grocery store and cook their own dinner, they might have to wait in line at the hospital, they might have to bring their own lunch to work, they might not be able to get Starbucks, they might not have phone service, they might not get their baggage at the airport in time or a million other jobs they take for granted. But you know what would really happen, they would be willing to pay any amount of money to get what they wanted for one day and that, my friends, says it all. They have too much of nothing.

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