Hurting for the "little guy"
In my years of radio broadcasting, a listener finally wrote a letter to the radio station wondering just who was that “little guy” that I kept fighting for? I never kept it a secret that, as an editorial writer, I was going to flex my muscles on the airwaves for the “little guy.” That is still my passion. On this day before Thanksgiving, I’m sitting here trying to fashion a prayer to be recited by our extended family before dinner tomorrow. I’m using the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson as a template. As I try to concentrate, my mind keeps wandering to issues that I find troubling at Thanksgiving time, 2015: terrorist attacks, nations fighting with nations, shootings by those who are supposed to be protecting us, hateful comments toward people of a religion different than my own. Sad. But once again, the problem of the “little guy” takes precedence. Years ago I took up the cause of a prisoner who was NOT wrongly convicted. And here’s why. He had first-hand kno