On Sept. 11 I watched as so many good people put their lives in peril to save others, and I wondered whether I would have had the courage to do the same. I doubt it. But there were no burning towers at Penn State. Doing the right thing to protect a small boy would have taken very little.
Pennsylvania Governor Ed Rendell ’s romp through the media following the cancellation of the Philadelphia Eagles-Minnesota Vikings football game shows why he is often mentioned as just the person to bring the rarefied West Wing of the White House down to Earth.
I was surprised when the bishops didn’t declare victory last week. Heeding their protests, President Barack Obama relieved Catholic institutions of the indignity of having to pay directly for contraception for their employees.
We don’t get many do-overs in life. President Barack Obama got one on Monday, a chance to correct the impression that he can’t identify with Joe and Josephine Six Pack except when telling them to eat their spinach and not be upset that the bankers who got us into this mess are dining on caviar.
What a jolt. The city council of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, my hometown, voted last week to file for bankruptcy. The state may prohibit the move, opting to force the city into receivership instead. Either way, it’s quite a comedown; Harrisburg has joined the list of casualties of fiscal crisis and economic transformation.
Tuning in to the Republican debate last weekend in Iowa, the first since Newt Gingrich became the front-runner, was like watching a 3-year-old at a birthday party. I kept wondering whether Gingrich would hold it together through the slicing of the cake or collapse in a heap before another sugar infusion sent him reeling.