During college, most of which I’ve long forgotten, my favorite class was taught by a professor who loved to argue with any student daring to differ with his tenets of Political Psychology.
In an odd sort of way, readers of this weekly column have followed along as my wife and I have spent the past two years pretending we know how to be parents. And we are not alone.
We don’t know our neighbors the way we once did. If a child played along the street – where, incidentally, we held our Olympics – the neighbors all looked out for the kids. Today, the neighbors don’t even know the kids’ names.
Two weeks ago, our newspaper made a decision that pleased the pastries out of some folks and angered others enough that they demanded they never see another copy of The Leader.
In less than four months, you and I will elect a new mayor of Houston, and if you’re like 85 percent of your neighbors, you just mumbled, “Who cares?”
Ever wonder what makes a job like this exciting every once in a while? Get a raging group of readers together and have them threaten to remove a public official.
This week, I did a little reading about Father’s Day, because that’s what we’re supposed to celebrate this weekend, and if we’re celebrating something, I don’t want to miss the party.
Every once in a while, though, you run across people like Alvin Wright, and you want the world (or at least our corner of Houston) to know about him.
Once every few months, I enjoy revisiting the travails of parenthood, mainly because asking questions serves as a wonderful form of therapy.
Over the next couple of weeks, you’re going to see a new marketing program for a website called LeaderSearcher.com, and I thought I’d do the honor of telling you a little about it.