The old eagle soared today. I had voluntarily reduced my driving, so the family no longer trusted me to take Loretta to her surgery appointments, but this morning my son Fred didn’t make it, so I was elected. I came through with flying colors. The only hitch was that with Covid 19 rampant, it’s hard to find a bathroom for an old man.
An old man still can figure out the political situation in this country. I admit, President Trump has a semi-liability in his mouth (he does keep the country apprised of things the media omit) but I have only seen one other man so vilified publicly, and he died 2,000 years ago. I have an old codger’s hunch that the NY Times will be retributed next November for their never-Trump stance.