We flew into the aftermath of a major winter storm with closed schools, icy roads and snow banks as high as Jimi Hendrix. Today will reach the low 70’s, accompanied by heavy winds, rolling thunder and driving rain. That’s Cincinnati in mid-February.
Eileen and I are visiting daughter, Colleen, and her family. All four of our ladies live off I-75. Candace is in Detroit with Colleen here, as Laurie and Susan reside in the Nashville area. Susan and Rich closed their Oakhurst business early last year. That leaves all of our immediate family east of the Mississippi, but everyone is only a plane ride away and I don’t dare leave Bill Atwood alone and unquestioned too long without offering lively alternative commentary.
Bill and I had lunch a few weeks ago. In spite of sharply varying viewpoints on national matters over which we have little control anyway, we tend to agree on many local issues and particularly feel it is critically important for folks to pay attention to politics at every level, regardless of personal perspective. We do need to heed each other with more trust and understanding. Joni Mitchell nailed it in “Songs for Aging Children” when she wrote, “There’s so much said in listening”. Democracy is not automatic and never has been.
Colleen works at a regional operational center for Scholastic Book Fairs. Scholastic holds 120,000 book fairs every year at schools across the U.S.and more internationally. Scholastic Corporation will celebrate their 100th Anniversary in 2020. They must be doing something right. The complex is very impressive, the folks most friendly and I even got some free Valentine’s Day goodies courtesy of “ The Cookie Lady.” If you’d like to hold a Fair, Colleen can put you in touch with the proper person. If you want cookies, ask for Amanda.
Calling home to check for messages, there was Congressman Tom McClintock inviting me to join his telephonic “Town Hall Meeting” then in progress, teasing with the promise of discussing the breathtaking benefits of that new “Tax Reform Bill” and his continuing efforts to valiantly “bring down the deficit.” Excuse me, Tom. You vote to add a trillion and a half dollars to the deficit over the next ten years to make the rich much richer, then talk about “spending cuts?” You must think we’re as dumb as Devin Nuisance.
McClintock has doubled down on Donald. He worships the ground our President waddles. How ‘bout that 25 cent a gallon Federal Tax on gas Trump came up with, Tom? That was proposed to help pay for the trillion dollar infrastructure investment long ago promised and frighteningly overdue. As with Trump’s other fantasies, this seems destined to evaporate in a moronic mist of shattered promises and broken dreams.
Will Trump and family be spirited out of the country in the dark of night and flown to safe harbour in Vladivostok by his Russian handlers when the Special Counsellor finally strikes with irrefutable proof of high crimes?
Or will our 45th President, abhorring competition, be carved into the face of Mt. Rushmore, replacing Washington, Lincoln, Jefferson and Roosevelt as sole representative of what made America great again?
Many of my friends in Cincinnati are quite fond of Donald, including my old DJ buddy, Dusty Rhodes. Readers might remember a “Guest Commentary” Dusty wrote for the Star last year amiably pointing out the error of my ways. He’s been Hamilton County Auditor since 1990, running for his eighth four year term this November.
Dusty’s 78 now – still an aging child -- as are we all.