Too many politicians get too religious once elected. They think they are God.
My old boss, Cong. Jake Pickle, never lost his perspective. A rare quality for a man born to bask in the spotlight of politics.
His humanity sometimes surprised those around him.
Once, he was dedicating a new rural water supply system outside Bastrop, Texas. Although Pickle was a Democrat and Nixon was in the White House, the head of the FHA flew in from Washington for the ceremonies. A healthy crowd of locals attended plus two TV crews from nearby Austin worked the event. It was a good ceremony, a worthy project.
On the drive back to Austin, Pickle suddenly barked: "Stop the car." Safely on the side of the road, Pickle pointed out the window to an old man pouring water from a new faucet into a rusty old bucket.
"Someday you'll be driving through here with your grandchildren," Pickle said. "And you'll do what I did. You'll say stop the car. You'll say see that old man getting water. I got him that water. I got him electricity. I built this highway."
It was unlike Pickle. You could almost hear the Star Spangled Banner playing softly in the background.
Then he leaned over with a twinkle in his eye and said: "And you know what? Your grandkids really won't give a damn."
And that, my friends, is political perspective.