Chris Wallace. Best moderator. Total control. Truly fair and balanced. Both candidates whiffed soft balls in the third and last Presidential debate of 2016. Hey. Scallops were great. However, TTSD is still lingering in the house. 9th of November. Please!!!
White Nehru Dr. Evil Jacket notwithstanding, Hillary will be President.
Cancel the debate. Chris Wallace will annihilate you, Hillary. Trump, you will self-conflagrate as usual. Otherwise, send in Alec & Kate. At least it’ll be funny.
Either way, we’ll eat and drink well in an effort to ward off TTSD. Scallops with Pancetta & Sun-dried tomatoes and Sancerre. RecipeDetours.
80-degree Tuesday in October. Central Park packed like a summer weekend. Cocktails at Tavern on the Green’s outside bar. Crowded there, too. Diversionary relief for TTSD. On any given day, this is the only Mall you’ll ever find me in.
Beautiful iron work makes artful fences and good neighbors.
In Quests de Cuisine, recent NYC restaurant scene~ our “Picks & Pans”.
Gotta get out and away from the political fray. Old friends & crispy Fall days. That’s the way to stay sane.
That and SNL with Alec Baldwin & Bruno Mars. Still think Kate McKinnon should stand-in for Hillary in the last debate.
Temporary cures for TTSD.
Traumatic Trump Stress Disorder. A malady coined by Dr. Husband from which he suffers. As has been studied, this year’s seasonal syndrome is caused by the remote prospect of Trump as President. Sleep loss. Hand wringing. Combing the internet for stories which afford solace. Trolling for swing state polls showing widening gaps for Hillary. Trying to avoid hearing the next unsavory snipe, yet addicted to cable news like a rubbernecker at a train wreck.
My prescription for Dr.H? Write. Laugh. Find the humor in it. He’s not going to win! Is he?
Can’t the election just be over? It has happened. The coarse discourse of this campaign season has gotten worse. It has devolved into a tit for tat of Donald and Bill doing bad things to women. Pussy bows and pussy footing around. The larger problem of men with fame and power taking advantage of women over the decades. From LBJ to JFK. Congressmen. Newsmen. Creepy bosses. Casting couches. Complicit spouses.
It’s a dynamic that seems to be never ending. Too bad the first woman to become President is the wrong person to shine the light on this ongoing epidemic.
Seems like everything is moving backwards in slow-motion.
Tiger decided not to make his latest comeback at the Safeway tournament this week. He hasn’t hit a golf ball in public for over a year. Will he ever again?
In Miami, it’s the Clinton-Gore retro show. Trying to appeal to millennials with a droning speech on climate change and revisiting hanging chads. Yawn. Meanwhile, Trump has declared war on the Republican party. Solidifying an eponymous third party for the future. Reminding us of his true end-game. This is TNN.
Flashback to M.A.S.H. Ran into Alan & Arlene Alda strolling through Central Park on our daily constitutional by the Lake. Looked like a happy couple of 58 years.