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  • Here’s a simple life’s pleasure that I’ve missed – Friday lunch in the People’s Garden. Just down 3 flights and out the door onto the National Mall, I find myself in “the People’s Garden”, sponsered by the “People’s Department”, USDA, my employer. If you’re ever on the National Mall in Washington, DC, be sure to check this out. It’s really quite lovely.

    On Fridays, they have a Farmer’s Market set up right beside here, with live music playing, local farmers hawking their produce, some serving lunch. I’ll grab some fruit, vegetables, bread, then a pulled pork barbecue sandwich and some freshly made Southern Sweet Tea, find myself a stump to park myself on in the People’s Garden grove next door, and “people” watch while I eat my lunch and listen to some good live music. Today was unseasonably cool after an overnight rain, so it was really quite comfortable. A nice little respite from all the drama I’m catching up with up in the headquarters building right behind me.

    That was another thing that didn’t slow down while I was gone – all the political drama! It never ends, of course, here in the halls of power, but I do my best to keep out of the line of fire. I just show up, do my job, and let the political chips fall where they will. Let others play the high stakes political games. I have a job to do, I do it well, and at the end of the day, as a taxpayer, I feel good about how this public servant spent his time ensuring my tax dollars were put to good use. I am always a taxpayer first.
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