I Have Learned That One

Seventy-five Years Ago I Was Born In Tampico, Illinois, In A Little Flat Above The Bank Building. We Didn't Have Any Other Contact With The Bank Than That.

Perhaps We Need Some Outside, Universal Threat To Make Us Recognize This Common Bond. I Occasionally Think How Quickly Our Differences Worldwide Would Vanish If We Were Facing An Alien Threat From Outside This World.

Cold, Hungry, Scared As Hell Inside, But Too Damn Brave To Admit It.

I've Spoken Of The Shining City All My Political Life, But I Don't Know If I Ever Quite Communicated What I Saw When I Said It. But In My Mind It Was A Tall, Proud City Built On Rocks Stronger Than Oceans, Windswept, God-blessed, And Teeming With People Of All Kinds Living In Harmony And Peace; A City With Free Ports That Hummed With Commerce And Creativity. And If There Had To Be City Walls, The Walls Had Doors And The Doors Were Open To Anyone With The Will And Heart To Get There. That's How I Saw It, And See It Still.

I Think We Should Keep The Grain And Export The Farmers.