Think of all the windows you’ve seen.  Funny things windows; they’re often there but I seldom notice.  Windows let in light.  They keep out bugs and burglars–and the wind.

There are big picture windows that sit on hills and look out across meadows and creeks and oceans.  There are tiny widows with wood frames painted shut, windows that look up at brick walls, or down on rooftops with vent pipes and pigeon droppings.

Some skyscrapers are nothing but windows.  Other building have no windows at all.  There’s something wrong with a building that doesn’t have windows, something suffocating, even sinister.  I don’t trust buildings that don’t have windows.

Some windows have been painted over.  I wonder about that.  Why would you go to the trouble of installing a window and then paint it?  I suppose the fellow who installed it was not the one who painted it.  Then there was something to see, now there’s not–or there’s something to hide.

Whoever designed our home had no imagination at all–or didn’t care.  The big window faces the side of the neighbor’s house.  It’s a nice house but not something you sit and admire, like sunrise over Mt. Hood or a sunset at the beach.  The fireplace is where our picture window should be, looking at Karen’s garden.

I like windows.  They keep me in touch with the word.

I remember the old Moxim Hotel in Salt Lake City over seventy years ago.  The best windows were up front right above the street, great tall windows.  At night in summer Daddy would leave the windows  open and a soft carnival light from the hotel sign would fill the ten-foot ceiling.  I’d lie awake and listen to sounds of the street: car tires, horns, shoes on pavement, voices.  I’d eavesdrop.

Today I stay in much nicer, much more expensive motels with vinyl framed windows and air conditioning so you don’t have to open the windows and drapes because there’s nothing to see outside except cars in a parking lot.

There was something special about lying awake at night with the windows open in the old Moxim Hotel in Salt Lake City over seventy years ago.  Something magic.  Something extremely important I’d lost.  Now, age eighty-three, I see what it was.

Plan a place to hide. If Trump’s reelection fails, his Brownshirts (Google them) will go berserk!  No one will be safe.

The failed plot to assassinate Michigan Governor Gretchen Whitmer leaves no doubt Right Wing Crazies scheme to bump off Kamala and Joe.  For the survival of our Democracy, pray that the Secret Service, NSA and Law Enforcement are on their game like never before!

Amid the agony of a COVID-19 pandemic, a man who, for purely self-serving reasons, mocks doctors, social distancing and masks is certifiably insane!  

On a day when America recorded 88,592 new COVID-19 cases, with 229,698 dead and over 9 million infected—outstripping all other countries—as 17 sates report record COVID-19 hospitalizations, Donald J. Trump, Jr. told FOX Anchor Laura Ingram, America’s COVID-19 deaths have dropped to “almost nothing.”  And besides, Dad says we’re making the turn. 

That are these folks thinking?!

Into the End Game, Trumps chess pieces lie strewn like debris from a whirlwind.  No coordination. No organization. No leader.

Robert Reich

Many Americans vote for Donald Trump because of his, “successful handling of The Economy.”  I have neither the inclination nor energy to study the facts behind this claim.  Dartmouth A.B. summa cum laude, Rhodes Scholar, Yale Law J.D. and Secretary of Labor, Robert Reich has.

A “robert rich trump’s economy” Google search reveals Reich has a Cottage Business in “Trumponomics.”  Two videos are entertaining—Economics entertaining?!—and instructive:   

When a United States President leaves office on January20, without regard for political affiliation, with cordiality and respect, the Chief Executive’s torch is passed forward.  If Donald J. Trump fails reelection, will this iconic, two-and-a-half centuries old tradition repeat?

Until now in American History, how many times has this question seemed relevant?

Elections stir up Republicans’ frets that Democrats would abolish the Second Amendment.  A Democrat, I support the Second Amendment. 

This said, assault weapons and pistols or manufactured, intended and purchased for the sole purpose of killing people! To invest in an AK 47 or 44 Magnum without intending to kill a person or persons makes as much sense as buying an anchor without owning or intending to own a boat.  Why waste your money?

As, in late September, the second wave of COVID-19 deaths and infections gained traction, President Donald Trump assured Minden, Nevada, Red Cap Minions, “We are rounding the turn.“

In mid-October, President Trump’s fourth Chief of Staff in less than 4 years, Mark Meadows, advised CNN reporter Jake Tapper, “We are not going to control the Pandemic  .  .  .  “  When Tapper asks, “Why are we not going to control the Pandemic?”, Meadows’s reply, “Because it is a  virus just like the Flu  .  .  .  We are making effort to contain it  .  .  .  “

“Rounding the turn,” “not going to control the Pandemic,” “making efforts to contain it.”  Excuse me?  I’m confused.

President Donald J. Trump, “COVID, COVID, COVID, COVID  .  .  .  COVID, COVID, COVID (people) are tired of such negativity.”  And none so tired as the hundreds-of-thousands who died, the millions who suffer, the mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, daughters, sons, sisters, brothers and friends.

To mock victims to stoop below despicable!

Alice In Wonderland’s Queen of Hearts’ standard command for any incurring her displeasure, “Off with their heads!”  His-Would-Be-Royal-Majesty President Donald J. Trump’s kneejerk sentence for all incurring his displeasure, “Lock em’ up!” Joe Scarborough, Lawrence O’Donnell, Hilary Clinton, Hunter and Joe Biden, among others, remain under such indictment.

I am, at the same time, alarmed and sorry for this poor man.