Good morning—
We’re welcoming patio guests, this afternoon. As Arlene and Barnett have been our dear friends for more than forty-five years, we’re all eager to see each other. Though they’d visited each time I was hospitalized—based in chemo landing such low blows as to have weakened my blood cell production for many months—we’ve not seen each other since February when I was so deeply weakened with physical misery that quarantining seriously, pre-Covid, proved vitally necessary.
For many years, before he’d retired from public office, Barnett was Az’s Assistant State’s Attorney, and his ready wit was well known to the press during many months in which he was interviewed, quite often, on the news and quoted in the daily paper while heading the team of state prosecutors that had successfully impeached our governor, Ed Mecham, who was truly such an embarrassment, elected in a redneck state, that Barry would call us from Tufts, lamenting at having been teased (good naturedly)m repeatedly, by everyone who knew he called AZ home.
Each time we’d go for dinner and Barnett would open his wallet to withdraw his credit card, his huge, shiny gold shield would leap into view, and I must admit to being impressed every time the size of that official shield flashed before my eyes. His wallet had to be slightly oversized to hold it.
Anyway, Arlene is one of my sweetest friends, and Barnett is loquacious, quick with on-the-spot retorts and much more prolific concerning trump than I am on Facebook, and with the election, less than two weeks away, today’s conversation is sure to be lively.
Before trump’s shocking, heart stopping reign of terror stunned, one and all, Barnett was clearly a diehard Republican. However, ever since trump’s mercurial rise to political power, our friend has taken leaps and bounds away from declaring a personal stance in conjunction with matching that of the buffoons who declare themselves yes men every time their ridiculous statements mimic trump’s trumped up, ever mounting, passel of lies. As Barnett’s integrity could not vote for trump for years back, I’ve had sound reason to admire my friend’s open stance of humility each time politics are discussed—suggesting every time we’re together.
During Obama’s first run for the White House , Barnett’s and David’s polarized political viewpoints would verbally heat up while the two would debate for hours, both hearts racing too fast while sparring to remain seated, so they’d be up and pacing round our living room while their impassioned back-and-forth retorts entertained everyone in earshot, and if Andi and Mike were with us—run for cover, because fireworks were sure to get popping, being that pre-trump, Andi was as red as Mike remains true blue.
Though I’d not call Andi or Barnett newly hatched Democrats by any means, Barnett’s rhetoric concerning trump’s choke hold on the Republican Party proves much more impassioned and prolific than mine. So you can see why I expect to enjoy today’s wholehearted participation in a lively tete-a-tete rather than a heated debate with our dear friends, this afternoon.
Anyway, it’s time to groom for the day, so within today’s post, I’m enclosing high hopes that sunshine will offer your smiles reason to sparkle between now and sundown so that light deprecation does not heighten anxiety concerning the outcome of this, our most crucial Presidential election, during your lifetime and mine—Ohhhm 🙋🏻♀️🇺🇸Annie
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