While patience is most certainly a virtue, it has never been my long suit! I seem to be one of those people who is more likely than not racing about, meeting myself coming and going, and probably not accomplishing as much as I would like. Trying to balance expectations and realities can result in irritation, frustration, and the alienation of friends and family. A slightly calmer approach can work wonders!
I know regular readers of these columns will find it hard to believe, but occasionally I try to influence politics at some level. I know, I know, you wouldnât think someone as shy and reserved as myself would do that, but seeing a need, and given the opportunity, I do try to put in my two cents worth. Just to be clear, for the most part you could say my efforts at influencing politicians revolve around âless is moreâ. In other words, Iâm usually in the âdonât do it, donât regulate it, donât spend it, or donât tax itâ camp.
We were bout the same age when we were youngâuns. âZat right, you say? Yeah, we probably still are. She was really a lot older than me when we were little because I was five and she lacked one month being two years older.
Public engagement is a lofty goal. When interested parties on multiple sides weigh in, better outcomes and real buy-in from âWe the peopleâ can lead to robust discourse. Is it is a myth? Is it worth the effort? Does it really matter?Â Through a series of steps in the past year, our office has steadfastly worked with Texas Parks and Wildlife (the Department) to bring us to a point of announcing an impending true public engagement vehicle that is beingÂ assembled.
This week Iâd like to write about a disturbing trend in our society, that, while not particularly new, is getting worse and worse as time goes on. As I recall it from my pre-Department of Education public school history classes, not to mention the hundreds, or possibly thousands, of history books (which according to my wife are all still hanging around our house), that Iâve read, one of the big reasons our Founding Fathers revolted was to put an end to ââTaxation, without representationâ.
Itâs hard to believe that the annual general merchandise Tax Free weekend is nearly upon us. Stores are running ads for ââback to schoolâ clothing and equipment, and even those without children to clothe and equip are planning shopping sprees for the coming days. Before racing out to take advantage of these sales, however, it is well worth the time involved to balance the check book, and double check the outstanding bills. Back to School too often is the fore runner of a hot check special, ââBack to Courtâ..
A few years ago, I moved to a new town and took a new job, which eventually morphed into a new career.
That town was Sweetwater and the job was working as a staff writer here at the Reporter.
I had always written as a hobby, but I had never worked in the newspaper business prior to my time here. Heck, I wasn't even a journalism major, having studied psychology at a college in upstate New York, where I was born and raised.
Bob and I rarely leave town together. We recently took a weekend to wander to FredericksburgâŠnot for the peaches, the crafts, or the amenities, but to explore the National Museum of the Pacific War. Amazingly, this monument to those involved in the Pacific Theatre of World War II is not a federal facility; it is under the auspices of the Texas Historical Commission. Fredericksburg, as many know, was the birth place of Admiral Nimitz. When he retired, the people of the community wanted to honor him.
Having recently written a fairly pointed column about how the people in Austin are busy working to vote themselves a lot more municipal debt, in the form of bonds, imagine my chagrin when the local city government where I live announced it was going to form a citizens committee to look into having a bond election. Notice that I didn't say "imagine my surprise". Sadly, it doesn't surprise me at all when a municipal government starts asking for a bond election, but I do find it depressing.
When I was growing up, one of the more constant refrains in my household was âhow do you suppose that made ___ feelâ? Admittedly there were times when we were talking about my brothers that I really didnât care how it made them feel, and may have hoped that it hurt, at least a little bit. As a general rule, that question was enough to make me stop and thinkâŠand often modify my behavior.