Politics of my Life – Part I
Not me but could have been - University of Michigan circa 1966 My nineteen-year-old granddaughter Maya, who is a sophomore in college, broke my heart when she said she didn’t remember anyone but Trump since she became aware of politics. I assumed she remembered some of Obama’s presidency, but she claims her earliest actual memories were of Trump coming down the golden escalator and of watching in disbelief in her “pants suit” when he defeated Hillary Clinton. Perhaps the tr
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