Today would have been my mom’s 97th birthday. She’s been gone a while now.
She was a singer in her twenties, well known locally for her smoky, sultry voice. According to one version of my parents’ “how we met” story, Mom was performing when Dad fell in love.
This was one of her favorites.
Happy Birthday Mom! I can still hear you singing.
Two weeks ago, I got an email from Donald Trump asking me for assistance in preparing for the second debate.
John, our good friend Rob and I spent lunchtime at a local pub crafting responses. We tried to be subtle. We tried to be crafty. We tried to make recommendations for Donald that would sound good to him and his team, but that would actually sabotage him.
I got another one today.
This published before I could refine it. But if you want to see what The Donald is interested in preparing for for the 3rd debate, send me an email and I’ll forward Donald’s email to you.