It’s Squib Saturday. Time to share the best, most interesting (or most entertaining, or most outrageous) tidbit of information I’ve gleaned from all the stuff I’ve read this week. Today: Why I’ll Never Eat Lunch at Mar-A-Lago Again
In the seventeen months since we witnessed Trump’s glide down the Trump Tower escalator and his announcement that he was running for President of the United States, hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of words have been written about the man who still might possibly become the next occupant of the White House.
Here is but a meager smattering of my pithy favorites from the last couple of months together with photos I took at Trump’s Florida estate, Mar-A-Lago, on my last visit (as in: I will probably never again be invited, and, even if invited, probably will not go.) I was there with teammates to play the Mar-a-Lago tennis team — and for a buffet lunch (Trump’s team won; lunch was “amazing”, “beautiful,” “terrific.” ) Continue reading “News Squib#8 – Last Words (Hopefully) on Tiny Hands Trump”