PrintJuly 5, 2009
Obama's Three-legged Stool
When I was a kid, my grandmother had an old three-legged stool. I used to sit atop the stool in the kitchen nook of our small island cabin, and gaze out through a tiny four-pane window onto the waters of Washington's rugged Puget Sound. One morning as my grandma cooked pancakes for the kids, my grandpa leaned to me and said softly, "You know son, as long as you are on that stool, you can look out there and become anything you imagine." I thought I was sitting on a magic stool. My grandfather bless his soul, taught me to imagine, but it didn't take me long to realize human achievement isn't due to magic. Or is it? The frenetic pace inside the new Obama White House and the stunning speed with which decisions are made, juxtaposed with a quizzically invisible opposition, have me asking, "Does President Obama have his own magical three-legged stool?" The perplexing answer is that he has one, but it's not a real...(Read Full Article)
