My Party Left Me
The year was 1980. I was all of 6 years old. I asked my dad if he was going to vote for Jimmy Carter to be re-elected. He asked me why he would do that, and I responded that "things didn't seem to be going too bad" for our country. Ah! The innocence of youth! Dad quickly gave me my first crash-course in economics. There were other things going on then, too, but I wasn't paying attention. I did, however, get an eye full of the posters (with a...