Back in the days when I was a youngster, my parents put their savings in a bank that went belly up during the Depression. As recent immigrants, they were not very savvy about our banking system, and so they chose a bank called Bank of United States because it sounded very safe. Had they been aware of what was happening on Wall Street they would have put their money in one of the Rockefeller institutions, which never failed.
If you celebrate Christmas someplace cold this year, step outside after dark that night without a coat. No hat, scarf or gloves, either: just the shirt or sweater you were wearing indoors.
Feel the wind’s needles stinging your face and hands? It won’t take long for your fingers to go numb. And you quickly learn that a shirt or even a sweater doesn’t begin to protect you from the elements. You’re severely and uncontrollably shivering within a few minutes.
He was small in stature but big in heart — and, presumably, faith. His name was Adam. And he is among the youngest of Christian martyrs.
Are the American people willing to give up the comforts of the Nanny State in exchange for self-reliant individualism? Before the New Deal of Franklin D. Roosevelt, Americans did indeed rely on their individual efforts to maintain home and family. My parents came to this country in the 1920s, before there was a welfare state, and my father had to support his wife and five children without the aid of the government. And so, with the help of a nephew, he got a pushcart and started selling vegetables at the open-air market under the New York Central railway el on Park Avenue.