Lessons from Roads Less Traveled #4:
Mitt Romney and More Imagination
Written April 17, 2013
I wrote the last note about AE - George Russell, I thought that the
ideas presented fit with an incident from my recent walk. See what you
think after I relate the story.
It was towards the end of
another walking day when THE moment occurred, but I will build up to
that time. I had parked my body the night before not far from the
highway and began to walk toward Idaho Falls in the early morning. The
previous day, I had met a newspaper reporter for the Idaho Falls in the
Mayor's office for Rexburg. I thought I had an interview set up. So
when a friendly driver invited me to ride a few miles with her to Idaho
Falls, I decided it was okay to take a morning ride into town.
the reporter was away from the Post Register office and the
receptionist didn't know when he would return. So, I left a message and
my cellphone number.
My stop was hardly a total loss because I
saw a sign in the newspaper office announcing a visit by King Tut to
the Museum of Idaho in Idaho Falls. The young potentate was in town and
awaiting company. I found my way to the museum and spent an hour
perusing artifacts (reproductions) from his ancient tomb. I talked with
a few of the docents and took some photos. It was okay to do so without
a flash. Egypt and Tibet are the only two foreign spots that have ever
caused me to consider distant travel. I haven't made it to either
country yet. Maybe next lifetime.
continued on with a stop at Scoresby Farm's fruit stand run by two
young college students, Malcolm and Quescen. I wished then that I could
carry lots of fresh fruit, but settled for eating some for lunch and
carrying dried stuff in my backpack.
stopped at a park on the edge of town for a rest some time thereafter
and found myself tailed by a young man from the newspaper. I got my
interview after all and by a much more congenial reporter. Pat Sutphin,
an intern from Chicago, took my story and some photos. I returned the
I tramped some more. I was even farther from downtown when I passed
through a busy intersection with my flag flying. A young man in his
late 20s yelled and motioned to me to come for a visit while he idled
hid car at the intersection. With youngsters in the back seat, he
asked, "What is the flag for? What are you doing?"
I said, "I'm
trying to remind people that we have a good country but we can make it
better. If we all do a little bit more for our neighbors, community and
country, it will make a huge difference."
The young fellow didn't miss a beat, "I can tell you how I'm going to make a difference."
"How is that?"
"I'm voting for Mitt Romney."
might expect that that wasn't the answer I expected. "Romney can't do
everything. We all must do our parts. I want YOU to do something."
The conversation was brief and the light was changing. I wished him well and continued down the road.
Romney can't nor couldn't do everything, especially since he was
defeated. Nor can Obama, nor Congress, nor any institution.
believe that JFK had it right when he said, "Ask not what your country
can do for you, but ask instead what you can do for your country."
we ask, all we need is a little imagination, some fortitude, and a dose
of elbow grease. Can't we revive some of that some of that 60s spirit
in the 10s?
I am waiting to hear about some good old-fashioned
American Imagination. Last time when I wrote about the AE the Irishman
and imagination, I got two notes from Scotland. Maybe the Scots still
have imagination. I am wondering about Americans.
A Toast to More Imagination Everywhere.