Just back from a few days immersed in a four-part a cappella harmony (aka “barbershop”) convention (recommended, find your local chapter!) and catching up on my printed matter reading. Columnist Sid Schwab seems to be feeling unappreciated and I want to assure him that the first paper, of many, that I opened on a recent Sunday evening was Friday’s to check out his column. I look to him for assurance that I’m not alone in failing to comprehend how more than a few people still take Donald Trump seriously. I can only hope to live long enough for historians to put this all in a coherent narrative of how this could even happen. Further hoping that he will be relegated to only the gossip pages within a month and I can stop doom scrolling through news sites every day.
A bonus in Friday’s paper was a letter from a reader noting that “Trump is such an obvious joke who seems to not have the slightest grip on reality that one must wonder that the hell is wrong with the sanity of Americans in general.”
Thanks to both of them! They may have given me the courage to talk with my neighbor who has put up a Trump sign at the end of our shared driveway. Or maybe I’ll chicken out and just put up a Harris sign next to it. Wish me luck either way.
Christian Saether
Edmonds
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