"There Ain't No Saucer School"

To make a tall tale short, Carrington fell on hard times. His mother's feet swelled with diabetes, and she moved into his home. Construction jobs dried up. The saucer prototype fell into disrepair and was evicted from its hangar.

Carrington grew forlorn and found solace in yoga, fried chicken and cold beer.

But now, Carrington believes his saucer may indeed take flight, what with Washington prepared to hand-out $1.5 trillion in stimulus and bailout money.

This is good stuff. (Watch the video at the top too)

I had heard of but didn't really know the work of Charlie LeDuff until reading the piece posted on LWMO a few days back. Now, I make a point of searching out his articles, and today, he doesn't disappoint.

I've been interested to watch in recent months the hope, for lack of a better term, people are putting into the presidency of Barack Obama.

I know. I know. The whole campaign was based on "hope." I get that. What has surprised me a little, however, are the ridiculously high expectations Obama's followers are placing on the shoulders of the new president. Although, I suppose it could be argued it's all his own fault. After all, he did promised to change everything.

For instance. I was at a meeting recently with a number of very highly educated folks, people who are experts in their field. At one point an individual commented on a certain national policy issue that has for decades stalled under the weight of cost, politics and practicality. With a very straight face, this person said, "Well, there's no reason Obama shouldn't have this on his first 100 day agenda. He'll get this done."

In no way do I begrudge anyone their hope. Hope is good, and times are indeed tough. I do hope President Obama is successful, just for my own selfish reasons of not wanting to see the government mess something up that messes with Mr. O's childhood and future.

Still, I'll be very interested to watch the reaction of those who have seemingly staked it all on Mr. Obama when the inevitable happens. When politics, reality or both come into play and all the great ideas end up on milk crates next to an urban freeway.