AUSTIN --- This being the season of thanksgiving, I am come to
toast Bob Eckhardt, the great Texas congressman, who died last week at 88.
We owe him thanks and are so lucky to have had him with us. What a rare one.
And a lot of fun, too.
If ever a politician of the 20th century deserved the title
"legislator," it was Eckhardt -- legal scholar, craftsman, steeped to his
bones in the constitution, law and history. They called him, "The House's
lawyer." The only politician I ever knew who could write a bill so that it
did precisely what it was intended to do, and did nothing it was not
intended to do, with a vision lasting past generations.
He was a character and a camper, a carpenter and a cartoonist, a
cheapskate, a horseman, swimmer, devoted if slightly absent-minded father,
drinker of whiskey and Shiner draft beer, story-teller, freedom-fighter,
labor lawyer, environmentalist, anti-racist -- and all this long, long
before it was ever fashionable or p.c. At least 60 years ago, someone said
to his mother, "Mrs. Eckhardt, your son is just a little too cozy with the