re: #365 Skip Intro

They were … men. They were … men. (Yes, it needs repeating). One on a horse in the great Northwest, the other on a schooner in the great Northeast. I see them now, their respective hairs blowing in respective winds. This president, as my good friend Maureen Dowd would say, still looking for a shore from which to sail. His hair does not blow. The wind is silent, freedom waits on the banks like a girl, a young girl, in floaties, waiting to be invited in. I weep waiting, as well

i think it’s a shame we don’t have old fashioned soap operas like The Edge Of Night on afternoon teevee anymore…

and why doesn’t my respective hair blow in any respective winds???