I'm a four star general in this thing, and you don't rise to the ranks of a four star general by hanging about the house being the perfect dad.
But for every hour and a half on stage, you have a five hour long bus ride, waiting for five hours at the airport, five hours of interviews... I know, it's part of the job, but that doesn't imply I have to like it.
While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.

