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You have asked for suggestions to repair the mess we’re in. It seems strange that nobody in Washington seems to remember what brought on the Great Depression and how FDR got us out. I was born in 1923 and was a recipient of the Harding-Coolidge-Hoover debacle in 1932. My father was a skilled radio technician who lost his job when RCA was allowed to gobble up Victor. My father walked many, many miles in search of any kind of work to feed his family. Finally, FDR came up with the WPA. My father was not too proud to apply his skill to the end of shovel for $50 a month with which my mother managed to feed a family of six. Not only did my father and others like him have employment but created something of use. Years later when we traveled that road my father would smile and say, “I built this road.” My suggestion to you is WPA.
