Some Notes
I sent in some bland images with this post which the Reader Editors chose not to include in the Online version. That may have been my fault if I didn’t send them good ones. Still, my first sentences referred to them and their absence/replacement with a piece of luggage with money sticking out of it muddy the intro.
I wrote this as something to fill in my history as an estranged Republican. There is more to the story and I hadn’t/haven’t figured out how to tell it yet. It might also fit in to my current plans to pursue a hopefully more useful siege against the traitors who have allowed Satan to take over the Party of Lincoln. Charactering Trump as Satan as a metaphor. One of my innumerable email thoughts to myself is “Jesus hating Christianity.” I’m not sure this interlude with my family is a good time to pursue it.
Enuf said: Here’s my Reader Column Archives of Don Boyd then and now.
And this is the image that I wanted above it:
Starting with these paragraphs:
There is a pony somewhere in these photos. The documents hold so many road apples the scent sticks with you.
One string of them starts with the one-handed-man who may have murdered his Duluth wife. She had joked that she had found a briefcase full of cash under their bed. The one-hander worked for my high school speech teacher who, in later life, attended to the elderly Minnesota governor/senator Wendy Anderson. Wendy once made the cover of Time Magazine holding a fish he’d just caught.