You can look high and low in the corporate communication world today and for the first time in four decades you won’t find Dan Danbom, the writer who, as he wrote humor columns for local newspapers and PR trades over the years,  served as a communication manager and speechwriter in various outfits in and around his hometown of Denver.

He’s chucked it and started an Internet-based antique book store, which you can see at www.abebooks.com.

"I named my business Danbom & Son in memory of my dad, Ray," Danbom told friends in announcing his new venture. "We spent a lot of happy hours together looking for books. He always wondered aloud if I might to into the used book business when I retired. I told him I was probably too smart to do something like that."

No longer so ego-laden after years as a speechwriter—a job, he once quipped, that involved following executives’ orders to "write down my ideas as if I had them"—Danbom is free to "do some freelance work, indifferently" and also "more fun and more important things. Like working on the Obama campaign."

Dan Danbom kept this business in perspective and never let an absurdity go by. Not that he didn’t work hard at communication. He actually got his "ABC" certification from the International Association of Business Communicators. But later he was forced to concede that the the only effect it ever had was that occasionally someone would misread his nametag at an industry meeting and call him "Mr. Abick."

No more. "I was in the grocery store today, and who did I see but a former boss—a particularly stark example of the sort of blustering idiot who passes for an executive these days," Danbom wrote me yesterday. "I decided that should he speak to me, I would pretend not to know who he was."

Godspeed, Mr. Abick. And keep in touch.

Back from three days of in Des Moines, thinking about:

American attitudes,

(is life really what you make it? or would only a callous brute not be thrown off his stride by suicides, endless wars, shrinking newspapers on the one hand, and a sweet softball summer evening and a mother-in-law-in-love, on the other?)

American style,

(do the Dutch name their convenience stores with equivalents of Git ‘n Go, Kum ‘n Go, Juice ‘n Junk?)

the American public,

(why is it that any American mutt can go to Adventure Land, take one look at the bovine crowd, and feel like a Kennedy?)

and American history—

(it’s available for $6, general admission, at the Iowa Cubs ballpark, where the view over the centerfield wall is a golden state capitol dome on a leafy hill)

—and feeling no rush—it’s not even July 15 yet, I’m not yet 40, America might be as relatively young as Scout, and she’s just learning how to swim!—to draw conclusions.

On I-80 West yesterday bound for Des Moines—somewhere after the Iowa state line but before the real border, which is the looming, purple thunderhead you inevitably pass through on this road—NPR stations were getting harder and harder to find, badly outnumbered on the bottom of the FM dial by Christian shows.

I was listening with forced intensity, as I was drowsy and my first mate was sleeping. On “Talk of the Nation,” I heard an interview on the energy situation with the president-elect of the American Petroleum Institute. The fellow, who has also represented the mining industry and one other industry lobby whose altruistic aim I can’t recall, said more than once that what he thought we really need in this country is a “robust debate” about energy.

Now I don’t know about you, but when I have as strong a point of view about something as I imagine the oil industry has about wanting to drill more reserves in North America, what I’m looking for is not a “robust debate.”

Honey, I understand you want me to come along with you to Bed, Bath and Beyond, and that this trip will cause me to miss my tee time. I embrace this diversity of views, and I look forward to a robust debate.

I don’t know whether drilling offshore is a good idea. I’m not an environmentalist, a scientist, or an oil energy expert.

I do know that in general, people who call for debates and dialogues are looking to put the problem off (“we need a dialogue on education!”) while pretending to address it (“we need a dialogue on race in this country!”).

As for people who use the word “robust”—whether they’re referring to debates, coffee or marketing strategies—well, they’re bullshitters too.

Finally, the petroleum guy also said that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but everyone is not entitled to their own facts. It’s my experience—and I bet most sensible Iowans will agree with me on this one—that people who use this old saw happen to be liars.