Presently, I'm about two thirds through Walter Isaacson's voluminous study of the life of Benjamin Franklin. The book, which shares the name of it's biographical character, is one that I highly recommend to everyone. Franklin was made of an energetic fiber that has fueled the imaginations of generations of Americans and mankind in general. His spirit, it seems to me, is destined to motivate eternally. I didn't realize that Franklin was responsible for constructing the monument to democracy that is "Federalism." Because of him we enjoy a unique system of government that clearly defines the authority of the federal government versus that of individual states. It's a shinning tribute to our nation's ingenuity that's portrayed beautifully in Isaacson's book.
Most surprising to me was the revelation of Franklin's humanness. During the course of his lifetime, Franklin sparked unusual bonds of affection with any number of young woman, girls really, still in their teens. While the book clearly rejects any notion of physical impropriety, the scenario in general seems highly inappropriate to me. Let me put it this way: if Franklin were alive today, and I had a teenage daughter, she wouldn't be sitting on Uncle Benny's lap ... if you get my drift.
When finally finished with this book, I'm thinking about moving onto David McCullough's highly acclaimed Truman. I picked it up this summer at one of two used bookstores in Havre de Grace after it was suggested by Carole Cohen.
Until next time ....
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