In 1985, at the age of 13, I was offered my first job as a babysitter. For four hours on a Friday night, I would be responsible for 9-year-old Brian Robertson. I tried the toy cars and other games that had entertained me when my parents had hired sitters for me. But Brian soon got […]
Today I received a message from a TEA Party friend named David. I know him only through Facebook, but our conversations have been deep. The first message I received from him was in October 2011. He noticed that I was going through a rough spell, and he wrote me this: Eric, I have always admired