Public service requires public trust. I backed bills to ban stock trading in Congress, stop shorting American companies, and hold leaders to the highest ethical standards. Actions speak louder than words. https://t.co/wPjpiejwXW
— Tom Kean (@KeanForCongress) October 22, 2026
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Thursday, October 22, 2026
A Matter Of Public Trust . . .
Rejection As A Prime Motivator -- Scars And All!
Oh, the rejections I endured!
When I first tried to break into the public relations business I was willing to accept any position -- anything in communication, journalism, advertising, marketing, PR or almost any related field. I just wanted to get a foot in the door.
I had no special contacts, no mentors, no influential somebodies to help me -- just my wits and the talent I knew I possessed.
I replied to countless job announcements. In the days of snail mail and print-on-paper, I sent out pages and pages of cover letters and resumés. And trust me, I wrote a damned good cover letter. And I also usually included zippy examples of my writing. In the process, I actually garnered a fair share of in person interviews.
And, it was all for naught.
One by one, I reaped more than 200 rejection letters -- some nicely written and some just this side of abrupt -- but all with one, big bottom line: NO!
Interestingly enough, most of these letters arrived on a Friday. I suspect organizations timed them this way so you could not call and attempt to find out exactly why you were rejected or what you might have done differently to get the job. Whatever the reason, these letters spoiled many a weekend.
And I never got used to the rejections. Never!
Because, whether we admit it or not, rejection hurts and there's no way to sugar coat it. And it hurts even more when you're young and first trying to make your way in the world. You can become dispirited. But I did not.
Here's how I handed it -- I kept every letter. And I remembered the organizations and even some of the very people who rejected me. "These are the slings and arrows, the scars that will make you stronger." I told myself. "You'll show 'em!"
And I really was determined to show these organizations and these persons how wrong they were to brush me aside. This now became my motivator.
Many decades later, I still have all the letters. Looking through them I see the letterheads of once big and powerful corporations that are no more; newspaper entities and broadcasting outlets that went belly up, advertising agencies that shuttered; public interest groups and non profits that never reached their potential; educational institutions that disappeared. And even many of the letter writers are dead. They're all gone.
But I'm still here. I had the good fortune to eventually land a "sweet spot" job with a rock solid entity that appreciated my talents and paid me well for nearly 30 years. Today, I'm still communicating, still writing, still plying my trade, but now on my own terms and in my own way. This is my craft. And I'm damned proud of it and what I've accomplished over the years.
Along the way, I've long since forgotten whether or not I "showed 'em" or whether they even bothered to notice. It mattered less and less as the years went by and I delighted in the opportunity I was given to apply my God given talents and advance my career. I loved my work, and still do!
And, yes -- I eventually was put in a position of responsibility where I had to tell job seekers "sorry, not this time."
Here's how I did it: I always sent my letter (I never used e-mails for this purpose) early in the week so as not to arrive on a Friday and I always ended my letter with this: "If you'd like to chat with me about this you can call me at any time. I wish you the best!" Some aspirants did call and I always tried to give them constructive criticism where appropriate and/or offer my assistance in their ongoing job quest.
A postscript: Today, I finally tossed all the rejection letters -- after I rifled through them one last time and took the photo you see at the top which gives this instructive collection one last moment of dubious glory. Arrivederci!
Wednesday, October 21, 2026
Rebecca Bennett? ABSOLUTELY DESPICABLE!
@RebeccaForNJ07 admitted she stopped going to church because she couldn’t stand to sit with Republican neighbors. If you refuse to share a pew with people who hold different political views, how can you possibly represent all of NJ-07 in Washington? https://t.co/8ODkl8He06
— Tom Kean (@KeanForCongress) October 21, 2026
Shutting Down The Border: Here's How He DIT IT!
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Italian American Heritage Month: Antonio Meucci
Antonio Meucci gave the world a way to hear the people it loves from far away. He couldn't even afford the twenty dollars it took to protect his own invention.
Meucci was born in the San Frediano quarter of Florence on April 13, 1808, the oldest of nine children. He studied mechanical engineering and chemistry at the Accademia di Belle Arti starting at age 14, working odd jobs to pay for it because his family couldn't.
By his twenties he was working as a theater engineer, eventually landing at Florence's Teatro della Pergola, where he built a basic acoustic tube system to communicate between the stage and the control room. That job took him and his wife, Ester, to a theater in Havana in 1835, and then to Staten Island, New York, in 1850.
Most inventors chase a breakthrough to get rich or get famous.
In 1854, Ester's rheumatoid arthritis had gotten so severe she could barely leave her third-floor bedroom. Meucci built her something else entirely: a working voice connection between her room and his basement laboratory, so he could hear her call for him without climbing the stairs every time.
By 1861, that device had become a full electromagnetic telephone. Meucci built more than 30 versions of it over the following years.
He never had the money to protect any of them.
On July 30, 1871, a ferry boiler exploded near Staten Island, killing more than 60 people. Meucci was badly burned and confined to bed for three months. To cover the medical bills, Ester sold almost everything of value in the house, including his electrical apparatus, to a secondhand dealer.
In December 1871, Meucci filed a caveat, a notice of invention, with the U.S. Patent Office. It cost twenty dollars. Renewing it cost ten dollars a year.
He renewed it twice. In 1874, he couldn't find the ten dollars, and the caveat expired.
Two years later, Alexander Graham Bell filed a telephone patent using the same laboratory space where Meucci's old materials had been stored. A patent examiner later said that if Meucci's caveat had still been active, Bell's patent never would have been granted.
Meucci spent his final years suing to prove the invention was his. A New York court ruled against him in 1887, in part because he couldn't afford a real lawyer and testified in broken English. He died on Staten Island on October 18, 1889, at age 81, without ever getting the credit or a single dollar from it.
Every immigrant who has ever watched someone else get paid for their idea because they couldn't afford to protect it recognizes exactly what happened to Antonio Meucci.
On June 11, 2002, 113 years after his death, the United States House of Representatives passed Resolution 269, stating that "the life and achievements of Antonio Meucci should be recognized, and his work in the invention of the telephone should be acknowledged."
The house Meucci shared with the Italian revolutionary Giuseppe Garibaldi on Staten Island still stands today as the Garibaldi-Meucci Museum, open to visitors who want to see where the telephone was actually born.
Some inventions get remembered by the name on the patent. Antonio Meucci's gets remembered by the wife he built it for.
H/T; True Stories
The Truth Always Comes Out . . .
Law enforcement source says one of the protestors removed from the Trump Rally in Greenville, NC, admitted to officers they were paid $450 to do it and told exactly what to say. $450 to scream and be removed from a Trump Rally with a script. That's the biggest lunacy of it.
— Rich Baris THE PEOPLE'S PUNDIT (@Peoples_Pundit) October 21, 2026
Tuesday, October 20, 2026
Italian American Heritage Month: Santino Ferrucci
Santino Ferrucci, the 2019 Indianapolis 500 Rookie of the Year, completed his fourth consecutive season with AJ Foyt
Racing in the No. 14 Chevrolet. The 2026 season marked his sixth full-time season and ninth overall in the NTT INDYCAR SERIES.At 16, Ferrucci became the youngest winner of a British Formula 3 race and later competed in GP3 (now FIA Formula 3) and FIA Formula 2 before returning to the U.S. in 2018 to race in the NTT INDYCAR SERIES and NASCAR. He has also competed multiple times in the Chili Bowl Midget Nationals. In 2025, he finished 16th in the NTT INDYCAR SERIES standings, with a best finish of second at Detroit; his career-best points finish was ninth in 2024.
Off track, Ferrucci enjoys golf, online gaming and restoring go-karts, including two he still owns from his early racing days. Featured in GQ Magazine at age 11 as a karting prodigy, the Connecticut native now resides in Dallas, Texas, and lists steak and Italian cuisine among his favorite foods.



