Have you heard of the “good Germans” in the 1930s? This is a phrase created to describe the majority, or at least a plurality of the German people in that time who went to church, had a job, raised a family and were generally not much different from you and me. Most did not vote for Hitler and were not members of the Nazi Party. Many did not agree at all with Hitler’s policies as they developed. But they did little or nothing to stop what the Nazis were doing.

The decennial census wrapped up some time ago counting everyone in the United States as of April 1, 2020. Hopefully they only counted citizens and not visitors or people here illegally.

I was in the retail car business (car dealerships) for 25 years from 1978-2003. I held various positions during that time starting in accounting and finance, since I am a CPA. That said, I always understood we were in a sales business. There was a saying, old but true, that “nothing happens until you sell a car”. You can’t service it, finance it, sell parts for it or anything else until you sell it.

You’ve been trapped before. Certainly, I have. I don’t mean physically trapped as lost in a maze or caught in barbed wire or something. I mean you are in a social, economic or vocational position wherein your options are now limited, and none of them are very good. You are trapped.

I am a nerd. I am not ashamed of that but even if I were, there is no denying it. I actually wore a pocket protector in high school, which pocket contained multiple-colored pencils, a small protractor, and a small slide rule. Of course, my main slide rule (which I still have) hung from my belt like a sword. Didn’t yours?

When one is a Member of Congress, you sign a lot of things. Letters responding to constituent requests; Letters asking for campaign contributions; thank you letters; constituent newsletters and all manner of things not to mention the electronic communications that probably dominate correspondence today.