“How did we end up with such a hollow shell? Trump won.”
I’ve told this before, but it’s a good story:
The day after Mom’s 98th birthday, she fell and broke her hip.
The ER doctor asked the normal questions.
Mrs. Xxxx, do you know what day it is? She told him the exact date. (Sometimes I can’t even do that - LOL!)
What is your birthday? She told him xx/xx/1924 without missing a beat.
Mrs. Xxxx, who is the president? My sister-in-law was with her. She cringed, and thought “Oh no “. Mom spit out, “Do you mean the REAL President, or the guy in the White House eating ice cream cones?”
No more questions.
That *is* a good story!