My wife and I watched a renovation show. A makeover program responded to a woman’s request to renovate the garage and surprise her husband for his birthday.
Before renovation, the garage looked like a grownup’s version of a teenage bedroom.
Garage sale treasures hung from the ceiling and covered every corner. Work stations looked used: grinders had grit; saws had sawdust. The man worked there.
A makeover crew turned the workshop into Sesame Street. Giant red and white checkers on a polished floor bounced stadium lighting off aluminum cabinets.
The dirt was gone. So were the tools, lumber, and workstations. Designers packed the old garage into pretty bins on shelves high up on the ceiling. Two cars fit with extra room for bicycles and picnic baskets.
My wife cheered. I cried. So did the husband. He couldn’t face the camera. The show’s hostess said he must be too happy to speak. Hi-Fives everyone!
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.’
New political leaders are all alike. They consult. They observe. Then they diagnose. Hopefully, they fix problems that everyone hates.
But sooner than hoped, too many politicians start on their legacy. Continue reading “Dear Government: Please Do Less”