Last Sunday, I turned on the television. Every single station was focused on one thing: Scott Frost. But, it was about more than a new coach. It was about the return of one of our own—the natural and long-awaited heir to the gritty, consistent, hard-won success Husker fans remember from the Coach Devaney and Osborne era.
Small Business Saturday occurred this past week. I like it. It's not exactly a national holiday to be celebrated, but it reminds us of the importance of Main Street as an essential part of a properly functioning market based economy.
There was a vote in my office this week and the consensus was: Keep the Fort Report short.
In gratitude, I wish you and your family a Happy Thanksgiving! It’s Made in America.
On one occasion, I was reviewing one of our major strategic assets, and frankly, I was surprised by the age of the equipment. Then something caught my eye. Among the various sophisticated components, I saw a roll of duct tape. With a bit of a smile, I said to the crewman, "Really? The handyman's secret weapon, even here?"
Americans have historically united around an enduring principle: our veterans deserve our unwavering respect, love, and gratitude.
Andy from Nebraska wrote me a note yesterday that I would like to share. He said that he is very encouraged by the tax plan under consideration by the House of Representatives: "If it makes it into law, my back-of-the-napkin calculations show it should benefit my family by around $5,500. For a family of four making about $85,000 a year, that’s a big deal!"
Along a reach of the Missouri River north of Tekamah, Nebraska is a place called Pelican Point. As Lewis and Clark passed through the area in 1804, a concentration of pelicans caught the fabled explorers’ attention, and the name is with us today. I saw a flock fly overhead as I was navigating our flat-bottom boat back to the landing.
When I stopped in on Bob Meduna in the fields just west of Wahoo, I asked, “How does the harvest look?” “Looks pretty good,” Bob said. “What’s everyone else saying?” It was one of those perfect fall mornings in Nebraska. On the horizon, the rich blue sky seemed to stretch down and touch the amber rolling hills--with two differently colored combines adding depth to the scene.
In the entryway of the municipal building of the little town of Sainte-Mère-Église, France hangs an American flag. Sainte-Mère-Église was a site where our paratroopers landed prior to the D-Day invasion. They landed in the midst of German troop formations, fighting as they came down. One paratrooper got hung up on the church steeple and survived the battle.
As I approached the door of my DC office recently, I noticed a large crowd of men in camouflaged t-shirts waiting outside. We see a number of constituent groups and sometimes they stack up in the hallway. As I got closer, I noticed that on the front of their shirts it read, United Mine Workers.