Week 3: Healthcare.
For those of you just joining us, “The More You Know” is a 12-part series devoted to exploring the fundamental differences among the four presidential candidates on a variety of issues. The goal is to provide Gary Johnson and Jill Stein with consideration equal to that of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
It’s back to school time! What are your memories of your first day at a new school? We moved around a lot when I was a kid so I had my first day at a new school three different times. Each time was a little scary, but I did have one thing going for me: the National Guard wasn’t involved.
Last week we looked at each of the four candidate’s positions on the economy. This week we’ll examine their foreign policy views.
When you’re out tonight, five pints deep and looking for a reason to toast, raise a glass to Margaret Hamilton. Not this one, although I’m sure she’s a fine woman. I mean the other Margaret Hamilton. The one who put a man on the moon.
It’s 12 weeks before Election Day. That means we have 12 weeks to talk about who is going to be the next President of the United States. So that’s what I’m going to do.
I wouldn’t call my memory “reliable.” Fortunately for me, I married a woman who is capable of remembering things pretty much as they happened. Which is good because there’s a story I’ve been wanting to tell for a while now, I just didn’t trust myself to get it right. So, here’s Cathy, telling the story of how we finally ended up together. And just a word of warning: it turns out she’s much better at this than I am:
I had this dream when I was 26. Cathy and I had moved to Illinois but we weren’t yet living together so I had my own place. In the dream, I was standing on a hillside. I looked up, and there was Cathy, sitting on this gigantic throne. She was larger than life, the throne was probably 30 feet high.
I moved back in with my parents when I was 21. I’m not proud of it but that’s the way it goes.
One of the cool things about being in band — bear with me, I know that’s not a promising opening line — is you get to compete.
My parents met at Southwest Texas State University. Now it’s called Texas State, but don’t bring that up with my dad. It’s a sore subject. It’s in San Marcos, Texas, which is just about halfway between Austin and San Antonio. When I was 10, we lived about an hour or two south of there.