I keep thinking of the last time we see Mr. Lincoln alive in Speilberg's Lincoln. It's an evening meeting at The White House. He gets word that Mary is waiting for him to accompany her to Ford's Theater. "It's time for me to go," he says, taking his hat and gloves from his valet. "But I would rather stay." Then he ambles down a White House hallway, never to return.
Donald Trump walks those halls now.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Evokes many conflicting emotions.
ReplyDeleteIt's sad isn't. And, I'm finally falling down a rabbit hole.
ReplyDeleteTo lighten the mood, I left this for you on my blog: https://www.kwizgiver.com/2018/06/baby-you-can-drive-my-car.html
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