I always wanted a brother. Don’t get me wrong; I love both my sisters dearly and wouldn’t trade them for all the money wasted by Washington. Still, I missed out.
History is our legacy. Those who ignore it seem to have captured the fancy of millions of younger Americans with their socialist dreams.
Our national pastime is over for another year.
Like so many things in life, it seemed like a good idea at the time. And it would have been, too, if one man’s swindle hadn’t ruined everything.
Sundown was approaching on Friday the 13th of June 1902. An elderly woman was visiting a friend in Alexandria, Va. She stepped on a small streetcar and took a seat.