I survived Reagan 40 years ago and I can survive this. Take it, girls!
Susanna!
Belinda and Jane!
Cyndi!
(Sorry, Madonna!)
This young fellow with a sense of whimsy is a doorman at the Apthorp Building, where Cyndi lives. I’m hoping to visit a friend who also lives there when my medical status is 100% okay.
I’m a retired, straight white man living debt-free in an affluent Boston suburb. I’ll be fine in Trumpworld II … right?
Reagan’s “shining city on a hill” is no more. “Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,” should be removed from the Statue of Liberty.
“Basket of deplorables” is an odd turn of phrase, but Hillary was right. So was Obama when he said, “They get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”
Will the criminal con man be sent back to the White House to complete his destruction of American democracy? To calm my nerves on this very scary night, instead of following the election results I’m doing what I did before Halloween, watching The Munsters on the Universal Monsters Channel.
Long before she was elected the mayor of Boston, I met her when she was the maid of honor at my nephew Michael’s wedding. Here she is in her side gig, performing “Rhapsody in Blue” with the Boston Pops.
