Two years ago I was tired. I was burnt out. I was disillusioned by the civil justice system. Those of you who are long -time readers can remember that I didn’t need a great pay check for a long time either.
So I feel a wealth of applications for low -paid positions in national parks and historic places throughout the country. I expect I could learn something else, hopefully make a few new friends and don’t hate 85% of the people I encourage every day (including Myyself), as was the case when I worked at a Biglaw company.
The first to get back to me and expand a job offer was Charles Lindbergh House and Museum (sorry Crater Lake, a few weeks late, maybe another time). I had just finished reading A. Scott Berg’s Pulitzer award-winning Lindbergh biography and had been fascinated by the groundbreaking aviator.
In the event that you need a small history update, Charles Lindbergh was the first person flying Solo nonstop across the Atlantic. This was a big deal in 1927. When he started from Roosevelt Field in New York, this confident young flyer was unknown to the wider world. When he landed 33 1/2 hours later at Le Bourget Aerodrome outside Paris, he was the most famous man alive.
Others were not so lucky (or so skilled). Half a dozen men were killed at various phases in their appearance to quit New York to the Paris route before Lindbergh succeeded. He had courage.
Lindbergh defeated tragedy, just as when his first son was kidnapped and murdered in 1934. He tried to help people, work for years with life -saving medical equipment and passionate advocate for environmental reasons. He always found ways to serve his country even when the characters as powerful as Franklin Delano Roosevelt stood in his way.
Of Race, FDR only felt like he had to stand in Lindbergh’s way because the man could be a monster. In 1938, the German Shitbird Hermann Göring Lindbergh awarded a medal which he refused to return, and after the depth of Nazi destruction it appeared. Lindbergh was always too close to Fascism, one of the original America Firsters, one who, without a shame, refers to “Jewish problem.” He even got some skin in the Eugenics game by fathering children with three German women, unaware of his lovely wife, Anne.
Lindbergh was a hero and a villain. He was good and evil. Like all of us, we only have a larger scale.
The lessons in this man’s life could not be more to offset the national root we are now in, and I got to help explain them to thousands of eager visitors to Charles Lindbergh House and Museum. We make sure people had fun, but we don’t run away from the controversial aspects of Lindbergh’s – and in turn our country – past either. What is funnier than Swastika medals and secret German misleaders in any case?
The best part: My colleagues. Instead of courtroom’s daughter with hatred, I had an oak forest, a museum and a historic home girl with people I came to care for a lot.
As in a lawyer, I am often underestimated by the quality of my countrymen. As in part -time historian, I was constantly overwhelmed by pride in the team I was a part of. If you want proof of my colleagues’ brilliance, go ahead and read some of it yourself.
From the end of August it’s all gone. Charles Lindbergh House and Museum is permanently shot, the staff dismissed. Just not in the budget of the state historical society that drifted it, we were told by one of the useless leaders whose six -digit wages could easily have been victimized.
Charles Lindbergh’s shape home will gradually rot away, the rich story that once jumped to life there silence. People will begin to forget the courage of a farm boy who dreamed of crossing oceans. They do not remember how he was seduced by anti -Semism and America first nonsensen. People are not inspired to take bold risks their own; They will not be on their guard to make the same mistakes as Lindbergh made.
My friends, if every movement, every word, every facial expression had been steeped in such a meaning as Asy educated and enchanted the public, will now have gone with their extensive Lindbergh knowledge. It is now locked away inside them to fight, alone.
It’s not the end of the world. But this is the end of a small world that I loved.
Jonathan Wolf is a civil trial and author of Your Debt -free JD (Link associated). He has taught legal writing, written to a wide range of publications and made it both his business and his joy to be financially and scientifically literary. Any views he expresses are probably pure gold, but is nonetheless exclusively his own and should not be attributed to any organization with him being affiliated. He wouldn’t share the credit anyway. He can be reached at [email protected].