You’re always going to be the oddball.
That in life no matter what we do we’ll always be looked down upon by the New York elite who believe you must be bred to be President, or anything but their bellboy and the folks in California who forgot that three or four generations ago their ancestors were here, or some other off the wall place. That I can look back at life and be proud of what I’ve done.
I’m not going to say much about Owen Thomas’ off-hand comments about “Little Rock oddballs”, because well, those oddballs are still popular. How did that bred president George W. Bush work out for us? I’ll take that kid from Hope who had bad taste in twenty-something interns over him anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
