and then, of course, there's fallow, their little dog. [laughter] so it was an era dominated by these folks here. um, so, please, join me now in if picturing a scene that will take us back to the past. this is a drafty old house, and i usually just say a small town in missouri, but this time i'm going to say in sedalia, missouri. here we have an exhausted housewife trying to keep warm at the end of a dull day of housekeeping while reading her favorite columnist in the kansas city star. suddenly, she looks up at her little girl, and she says, "i am sure that she is better than he is." [laughter] well, who do you think the she was? eleanor roosevelt. and who is the he? franklin. my family was rock-ribbed republican, believe me. they would have fit pretty well with the tea party crowd we have now. but my mother loved reading eleanor roosevelt's "my day" column. do any of you remember "my day"? i see a few heads nod, yeah. why did my mother like it? well, this is a column about a woman who was doing something. she was going places. she was do