Two lawn signs. Same house. Hatfield, Massachusetts. May 2016. When I saw them I said, Stop! We have to get a shot of this.
A woman opened the front door with her toddler as we pulled over to take the photo. Told us her husband was Trump. She Bernie. Asked us if we thought they’d still be married after the election.
Turned out Bernie got aced out by Hillary at the Convention that year. Will it be different in 2020? Horizontal class structure. Not vertical political parties. A rural New England couple seems to have forecasted what was coming in this country.
On a Side Trek in May of 2016 happened upon this house in Hatfield, Massachusetts with two lawn signs side-by-side. Trump. Bernie.
Today Bernie Sanders is in the lead in Iowa polls. Trump is a defendant in the Senate trial accused of obstruction of Congress and abuse of power. Yet. Will likely be acquitted and run for re-election.
The more things change. The more they stay the same. In November 2016, I wrote in Mike Bloomberg for President. Let’s hope he’s actually on the ballot in 2020.
December 2017 made these predictions for 2018. How’d I do?
Trump will tweet a lot A+
Cable News and NYTimes will freak out about it daily A+
So will certain family and friends A+
TTSD antidote will be mid-term elections C+
Societal polarization will vertically widen B
Garbage trucks will wake us up B+ (getting used to them)
Streaming services will shutter movie theaters C- (most still open)
Online shopping will render the end of malls B- (some still open)
There will be a military action in North Korea F (Rocket Man bromance)
It’s that time of year again. Bleachers banging and clanging until they’re up. San Remo and Langham building guys erect wooden barriers around their shrubs. Slanted boards across windows. No Parking Signs for 3 days. Sweepers screaming and cleaning. Tow trucks at dawn. Opening up the streets. Taking down the traffic lights. Room for the balloons. Metal gates sliding and gliding along the curbs. Ready for the Macy’s madness to descend upon the ‘hood.
If anybody comes this year. Forecast. Windy and cold. Even the Grinch may stay indoors.
So lucky our microwave is big enough for a 25-lb. frozen turkey!!
Dr. Husband captured magical sighting from our South Fork porch.
Then. We snatched summer’s last North Fork harvest.
Sweet corn. Heirlooms. Squash.
Back to the City in time to catch…
the miraculous comeback story of Tiger Woods.
I do like to stir the pot. Jump into the fray with both feet. Love debating prevailing biases on the news of the day. Here of course on Side Trek. Also frequently comment on NY Times & Washington Post. Where I usually get labeled a Republican. Or worse. A Trump-sympathizer. Now I’ve added The Wall Street Journal to the list. Just got called a Democrat Woman yesterday. Of all things! Nobody knows what to do with my views. Family on both sides think I play for the other team. So to speak. That’s good. Keeps ’em all on their toes.
Off the beaten trek. Some even agreed.
Kat Stoeffel. The Age of the MSNBC Mom
Maureen Dowd. Bill’s Belated #MeToo Moment
Pete Wells. Anthony Bourdain
Michael Ian Black. The Boys Are Not All Right
Trump will tweet a lot
CableNews & NYT will freak out about it daily
So will certain friends & relatives
TTSD antidote will be mid-term elections
Societal polarization will vertically widen
Garbage trucks will wake us up
Streaming services will shutter most movie houses
Online shopping will render the end of malls
There will be a U.S. military action in North Korea
Luann will hook up with Harvey in rehab
Melania will be on Dancing With the Stars
Jon Stewart will replace Colbert
Tom Hanks & Meryl Streep will take a year off
Sam will reunite with real Jason
Tim Ryan (not Paul Ryan) will replace Pelosi
Tiger will win another major
Patriots will not win the Super Bowl
Tops will no longer have shoulder holes
Pets will develop allergies to humans
Alexa will do the dishes
Twelve twirling dog-poop bags.
Eleven grinding garbage trucks.
Ten horns a honking.
Nine tourists searching for Strawberry Fields.
Eight nannies yacking on cell phones.
Seven kamikaze skateboarders.
Six clueless Citi-Bikers.
Five gritty horse-drawn carriage drivers.
Four scamming pedi-cabs.
Three rats a running.
Two turtles sunning.
And a pigeon under a ginko biloba tree.
Okay. Al Franken. Several congressmen. Journalists. Directors. No industry nor political persuasion seems immune from viral misbehaving men. How to rein them in? Speaking out is a good start. Finding strength in numbers has opened the floodgates. It could also unleash a pandora’s box of blaming men for every ill. I’m still liking most men. They can be and have been champions personally and professionally. More of them than those jerks encountered along the way. But. It’s necessary to put a fence around criminal behavior. For sure.