Dorrier Underwood

So petty, so juvenile. We are talking about the wonderful compass in the rosewood box, how the advanced mastery people are so excited to have the lovely gift, and Carol says, wonder how that great gift came around. Guess we have some special woman who has a gift for finding just the right thing , and everyone agrees. Except it was not her idea, it was my idea. MINE MINE MINE. I thought of that. I feel like the D golfer in a captain's choice much of the time around here. The D golfer is the worst one, and when the other three hit their ball in the foursome, the D guy's ball is never the best, no matter how good it is. Mostly he spends his day not having a good enough shot to count, maybe one putt or one chip rolls close and then the rest of the team makes a big deal for him. Well this was my one thing I came up with. And now it is Nancy's. SO here is the moment. Everyone is praising her and I can either say something or smile and praise Nancy too. After all sh...

His whole job is creating a new possibility. He creates it in the listening of others, whom he has never met, yet with whom he claims and creates a profound sense of kinship. And he does it by acknowledgment. Talking about a populist, a man who obviously lives for those moments in front of people, in front of the cameras, in front of the whole damn country, willing to be ridiculed and to expose his flaws, for a cause he believes to be a mighty one. Talking about Joe Biden. He got me, in person, in a way I wasn’t expecting. His message was predictable, about protecting Medicare and looking out for the middle class, but his authenticity was not. Politician. We spit the word out with disdain. Joe gives back the luster to the profession by demonstrating it: he was informed (lots of facts and figures which he openly challenged the assembled press to check, saying “they ought to!”); he was funny, by noticing what was going on, not by reciting jokes; he was PRESENT and di...