Building a Healthier America
For a brief moment, I was five years old again in the small sandbox behind my house. I had my trucks moving around dirt as I built my marvelous edifice that would somehow make the world a better place. I glanced back at my desk and again became the older man, worried about health and finances, trying to do my job the best I can. Yet I have a great job. It is to write about people in the front…