Thoughts of a Common Man

Got a great friend who, with his beautiful wife and son, makes the most out of every single day. They are always doing something fun, somewhere with someone! I get tired looking at their social media feed. And through the years I’ve become something of a home body, but I certainly share Gag’s enthusiasm  for life. My body has cost me a bit of my sense of adventure, and my beautiful wife also has trouble moving around as she has a bad knee, and spends a lot of her day on her feet. So, we rest a bit. Yet, if at all possible... ...we find time to stay upbeat about our ride on the planet. The boys bring energy too, and there isn’t a whole lot of angst or angry words. We have spirited conversations and encouraging texts throughout each day... ...and that’s half the battle! We also spend time shocked by people who live their lives mad or depressed or just plain nasty. Years and years and years ago I was on a bus coming back from a basketball game and I saw a man, who so

Bought a cup of coffee on Sunday morning and even though I wanted to drink it 3 minutes after I purchased it, I had to wait 20 because it was so damn hot. That’s annoying. One of my all-time biggest annoyances is the driver who sits in the first slot in the right lane when there is an open lane beside them. They aren’t turning right on red, and neither am I because I’m behind them. That makes my blood boil. Those two things got me thinking. What are some of life’s little annoyances that drive you up a wall? The guy buying lottery tickets who picks his numbers while standing in front of you, saying, “let’s go with my son David’s Birthday. Maybe he’ll be lucky.” Or how about the guy at the airport walking around with the blue-tooth in his ear, talking loudly, laughing, and using power words to show us that he’s important. Those guys are rivaled by the ones who walk around with their heads down, staring at their phone, and then they just stop walking. Phone etiquette i

Boy, bad week for Donald, huh? Cohen releases a recording showing that he knew about paying off a woman who was caught up in an affair. There are reports that there were at least 3 more payoffs and that one of the women may have been pregnant for a little while (pro-life, much?) and that there are a lot more tapes. Then his chief accountant was subpoenaed by Mueller, and they explained it by saying, “he not only knows where the bodies are buried, he knows how much was paid for the shovels.” Then there was more proof offered on the idiotic, treasonous meeting set up by one of his dumb sons. Yet, the media coverage drives me nuts!!! “Does Cohen having recordings hurt Trump?” Was an actual segment! We’ve all watched it go from: “I don’t have any dealings with Russia.” To “Okay, we had 82 meetings we didn’t report, I asked them for the dirt during a speech, we got caught with the computers that accepted the dirt, we lied about a meeting about adoption, Putin loves me an

I was honored to speak at Mary's funeral on Friday. The words came easy as her life was a great success! "Life is hard. Think about it. We have to battle every day. Up for work, the kids need braces, what are we having for dinner, 'Did you hear what happened to who?' Life is harder when you don't do some of the daily things with a smile on your face. A couple of days ago, I learned of Mary's passing, and my heart sunk.  Death does that.  It's one of the hardest things about living.  I thought of the Weiser kids - lifelong friends - and then I thought of the hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of people who knew and loved Mary. And I thought of her smile. I thought of her laugh, actually. Didn't she have a great laugh? My Dad and Ward could really make her laugh. Then I thought of some of the things that planted that smile on her face. Ward was the love of her life, and her constant companion. When we lost him, I felt pain for

The cell phone craze is well-documented. Yet, the other day I was holding a training class and I let the attendants have a ten-minute break. Every head went down to their phone. It was kinda’ sad, actually... ...30 people sitting there. None of them talking to the next guy. And my phone vibrated. It was a number from California. “I’m calling you about the repayment of your student loans.” “I paid my student loans off in 1993,” I said. “Oh, we can help you with that!” I ended the call and blocked the number. But there were more. What’s truly annoying is that now I’m getting calls from the 7-1-6 area code. “We can help you secure a loan!” “Do you think I’d negotiate a loan with a person who’d cold-call me?” I asked. And it’s been really nasty lately. Calls coming in at all times of day and night. The other day I got a text! Some guy named Austin. He had answers to secure my financial future. I just keeping blocking them... ...but then... “Did you

“Trust none of what you hear and less than what you see. This is what will be. This is what will be.” That’s a lyric from Springsteen’s “Magic” and it was written regarding the leadup to the Iraq war and the wool that was pulled over the eyes of a lot of people. Fair enough. It’s a great song. Yet, yesterday the “president” of the United States told the citizens that what’s being reported to them  is “crap.” “Trust us”, was the message. They have a counter on the number of provable lies told by this administration and we are to trust them? They are big lies, little lies, dumb lies and smart lies. They only constant is that they keep coming. “I don’t know these women,” has been short-circuited by cash payments for silence. “I don’t know Putin. I’ve never had any deals with Russia,” has been thoroughly trashed. “The biggest inauguration ever. Period!” Check the photos. The comment was actually stunning. “It’s all crap,” is something that my kids used to say wh

Maybe it was the steroid packet for the bee sting. Perhaps it was the backache from the hip injections. All I know is that “This Is Us” got me. You see, when my beautiful wife was talking me into watching the series I was already well aware that it made all the women cry. Especially her. “Every week I cry,” she said. We made it all the way through season 1 and halfway through the second season. I KNEW Jack died. They don’t hide that. So, how sad could it be??? Well. The bastards got to me. In the pivotal episode, I’d already kinda’ guessed how it would go down, but they still GOT ME! The story line was believable. The acting was superb. They flashed from the present to the past so expertly that when Kathy asked: “Wasn’t that great?” I couldn’t answer! I knew that if I tried, I’d have tears in my voice. I took a sip of water... ...told myself that it’s just a show. “Was all right,” I said, in my normal voice. No one ever told me that steroids

There’s a Mellencamp line that pops into my head from time-to-time: “Sometimes life is just too ridiculous to live.” Monday felt that way. The sting, bite, whatever on my hand raised some havoc. I woke up and looked at my paw and it was the size of a catcher’s mitt, and I wanted to gnaw it off due to the itching. As luck would have it, I was also due for hip injections to ensure that I can stay on my feet for the rest of the summer. I went for the shot and the doc asked me how I’d been holding up. I showed her my hand. “Something bit me.” She laughed but said, “Oh no! Those are worse the older you get.” So, I got the injections and we talked about inflammation. I have way too much! Yet, by 10 A.M. I had the medicine working in my hip, is taken a Benadryl and now had a steroid packet  to work through. “Too ridiculous.” I got drowsy. My back was on fire to match my hand. The injection site was throbbing. I gathered up Melky and on a beautiful day, I laid in my b

I hate weeds. My beautiful wife and adoring children don’t seem to mind them, and since it’s rough for me to spend  hours taking care of the yard... ...I try and grab a few weeds now and again on my way to and from my car. I only picked three on Sunday morning. Something was on the third weed... ...I suspect a bee. I didn’t see it. I just felt an electric-like shock on the top of my hand. Now, I’ve been stung by a bee before. No big deal. I know people who swell up and are in real danger  when something like that happens. I rubbed a little dirt on it. Swore a couple of times. Shook my hand. Yet, it started swelling up and my skin was hot to the touch, and I considered that maybe I’d need a Benadryl. “Was it a wasp, a hornet or a bumble bee?” Kathy asked. “I didn’t see it.” “Was it a spider?” “Same answer.” And of course, I started doing the “I’m dying rant.” “Wouldn’t that be just the thing,” I said. “Paralyzed by a bite of a rare insect.” “You aren’

There’s so much bad news to deal with. Every little beep and vibration scares me. “Now what?” I don’t remember it always being that way. I’ve paid way more attention to the news these last couple of years than I ever have. “Duck Boat accident in Missouri,” was a headline that I clicked by quickly. I had zero idea of what a duck boat was and wasn’t sure how bad something like that could be. Then I heard that there were a lot of fatalities. Still didn’t want to read about it. Too sad. “Nine out of eleven members of the same family died.” I read it. How horrible. The Coleman family was on vacation. It was the usual family reunion. Just out having a good time. They got on a boat under a clear blue sky. They’d actually swapped tickets and were on their second choice of boat for the day. The storm came in quickly. The boat capsized. They weren’t wearing life jackets. 9 out of 11 Coleman’s died. Years and years ago I went out on a small boat with friends in

Was listening to Seger Friday. Love this one.                                                             All of the Roads All of the roads I've run. All of the faces I've left in my wake Hoping I gave and didn't just take Climbing a mountain and many are left behind Chasing a dream and seeing a world takes time. If you were in my world If you could feel all the things that I feel Maybe you'd understand Every mirage has a certain appeal After the thrill it's off to indifferent rooms After the lights the darkness is coming soon I've done it all before And I've gone through every door. And I've been right down on the floor and more All of the roads I've run All of the years that have fallen away Light from a different star Crossing the void and arriving one day Oceans of space defending the great unknown Sooner or later all of us head for home.

It’s always amazed me what people will do in the pursuit of the almighty dollar. Yet, I was listening to a recap of a story on an airplane. A school teacher, in a tough neighborhood was talking about her kids. The guy seated beside her asked her about the worst part of being a teacher, and she spoke about underprivileged children coming to school hungry. She wished she could help, but she wasn’t in the position to buy every kid a meal every day of the school year. A guy behind her heard her talking and he leaned over the seat, his hand filled with cash. Then her seat mate handed her some more bills. So did another guy, and a woman, and a couple of more people. She was on the newscast talking about the $ she was going to be able to use to start a program. I was driving in downtown Buffalo on Thursday, and it was nearin lunchtime. I spotted a older man standing behind a hot dog stand. I parked and headed over. (Hot dogs are better than salad). I chatted with the man as he p

Jim Kelly was a star when he arrived in Buffalo in the 1980's. The fact that he led the team to 4 straight Super Bowls made him an even bigger star. He could've run for mayor, for sure. After he retired, Kelly, who famously cried when he found out that he was drafted by Buffalo, abandoned all plans to move elsewhere. The Kelly Family settled here... ...and they are all around town and the majority of the community loves them. (For any famous people there are detractors - haters, the kids call them). Yet, the family went through hell. Hunter, their son, suffered with a rare disease and the community was sad when he passed away. Then Jim got sick. I watched his speech last night, and I felt all sorts of things. Proud, happy, sad, nostalgic, and sad again. That's life and the message of the speech was perseverance. Staying strong. Battling back. Having faith. Jim did a great job and he deserved the award. Now, I hope that he fully recovers. I&

I’ve purposely tried to stay away from politics, but the whole Russia fiasco is way too crazy to ignore. I listened to the Trump/Putin press conference, on the radio, as it was taking place and if I didn’t know the voices I would’ve had zero chance of identifying the American President. I felt nauseated. When he blamed both sides and then screaming about Hilary, I couldn’t stop shaking my head, and the response was swift and strong. I wasn’t the only one who was horrified. I may have been even more horrified the next day when he tried to clean it up by saying it was a one word error. Instead of saying ‘would’ he meant to say ‘wouldn’t.’ For reals? That was almost funny, yet, I wasn’t alone in knowing what was coming next. He was going to poop all over his cleanup. He did. He tweeted about how he was strong in his reprimand of Putin (he wasn’t). He explained that he has full confidence in America’s intelligence (he doesn’t). So, where are we? Is it blatant inco

I went to the zoo on Tuesday. It wasn’t a stroll around the joint looking at the animals, but rather a job inspection. Sadly, I’ve never actually taken a trip to the zoo to enjoy the experience. As a kid, we just didn’t make the trip in, and as a parent, my wife and my in-laws took the boys. So, I skated. Yet, I’ve been to a few zoos since because of work. I parked my car a long way from the entrance gate because there was a bathroom right there. As I walked around the place, I looked around. A Buffalo was right up against the fence, looks at me. “What’s up, dude?” The animal was massive. He didn’t stop looking at me. I kept walking. The giraffe was out. I met up with the job superintendent. “How long are their necks?” I asked. “10-12 feet at least,” he said. I watched the giraffe move around the relatively small enclosure. He kinda’ looked miserable. “At least Donald Jr. isn’t chasing him with a rifle,” the Super said. Yet, next were the zebras. “You th

I was ordering lunch on the road and one of the choices was a meatball sub. I wanted to eat something a little healthier than that, but I asked the kid behind the counter: “Are meatballs fruit?” The kid was thinking about it! He didn’t even crack a smile. Then he said, “I don’t think so.” Believe it or not, I ordered a salad that had a scoop of tuna and a few pieces of chicken. Cost me $11. And as I was eating it I was thinking: “I’m eating f****ng salad!” I threw my meatball question on Facebook and I got a lot of comments, including one from a college roommate who’d recalled that my Dad used to stuff meatballs with eggs, salami and provolone. My buddy Pops chimed in and mentioned that he was tearing up thinking of it. Poor Pops got booted a time or two, but my Dad loved him and especially loved feeding him. After Pops comment, I started thinking of my Dad’s best dishes. I had a tumor in my neck (benign) when I was 18 years old. I had it removed and was on a liquid

Two of three of my boys are in their 20’s and my youngest is already 18. They’re trapped in the questions about what they want to do with their lives and remembering how I felt then, I sympathize. It’s an awkward age. I spent a lot of time in my early 20’s thinking I could write a book that would change the world and make me millions. I also knew that I would eventually like to own a home and have a family, but I was also so sure that I had it all figured out. Deep down, I was a tad miserable. It wasn’t happening fast enough. Yet, I also had some advantages during that decade. I spent some time on the road, and I had my laborers union card so even though I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, I was making good money. So, I could fumble my way through it. And my Mom and Dad were always there to make sure that, not only was I eating, I was eating like royalty. I have good kids. They have learned respect and they’ll work if pointed in that direction. However this is t

I have to visit a massage therapist at least every other week to “get my legs back”. Summer is rough because rest is more difficult as everyone has a number of jobs going and some of the jobs are in hard-to-reach places. About a week ago I passed my beautiful wife in the kitchen and said, “I wish you were Ki.” She laughed, and that’s a pretty good thing when you can tell your wife that you wished she were another woman and she laughs. Ki is a massage therapist. Actually, she is THE massage therapist. She’s the best ever, and it’s not even close. Ki is well aware of the spots in my back and legs where I tighten up, and she works really, really hard to unknot everything. She’s also an excellent human being and I enjoy talking to her about her life. Yet, what impresses me the most is that she aspires to be the very best at her job, and it has to be a challenging job. Everyone has different problems, and the therapy is an exercise in figuring out what works. I pointed to a

Pretty hard not to watch what’s going on across the pond, huh? There’s a huge blimp of a Baby Trump floating through the sky, over 250,000 people who are gathered to protest the American President. A video of Trump and the Queen is also making the rounds. Trump is walking aimlessly and the Queen makes an attempt to go to the right, is blocked by Trump’s back. The Queen breaks to the left and then finally catches up. The look of hatred on her face is priceless. And that’s not the worst part. There was the NATO fight where he gaslighted our allies, got nothing changed, and then said it was all better now. Following that he did an interview where he hammered the prime minister and then explained that he didn’t say what they had on tape. He will play some golf (cause what good is a week of being a president if you don’t play at least 36 holes) and then... ...Putin!!! Yet, that isn’t exactly going off without a hitch. You see, Bob Mueller also seems to have a flair for t

I cannot believe that we pay Congress for things like yesterday. Former FBI Agent Peter Strzok was up in the hill to be lambasted for texts that he sent to his girlfriend  about how much he hated Donald Trump. The problem being, he was an investigator on the Trump-Russia case. Embarrassing to be sure, but Strzok was let go by Bob Mueller because he didn’t want the texts to be part of something that undermine the eventual findings. I listened to a lot of it as I went about my day. I wish I hadn’t. It’s funny, but the divide in our country is so pronounced but I could tell how the questioning would go by the location of the congressman. From Texas and it would be an attack. From a blue state and it would be turned from what Strzok did to what Trump-Russia is really all about. And there was shouting, accusations and very little listening. The discourse was downright nasty. Trey Gowdy is retiring. He should’ve retired before the hearing. It wasn’t his finest moment,

Some very disturbing videos have been making the rounds on social media. A 92-year-old Latino man was assaulted... ...in his wheelchair. His attackers told him to “go back to his own country.” A woman who’d rented a spot at a park was wearing a shirt with the Puerto Rican flag on it. That video was him ranting about how America would never be changed and that she should: “Go back to her country.” He doesn’t know much about Puerto Rico and what it means to be a territory. They are American citizens. There have been at least 4 more. I can’t bear to watch... ...but you know who could watch it? The cop who wouldn’t stop the attack. The border agents who are separating families. Those who are just sitting on the sidelines and watching it all go down. Does it sadden you? Because it saddens me. People are emboldened to attack other people because of how they look. Kids are in cages. Others are still separated because they didn’t bother to keep track. When y

When your nickname is Shady... ...well... ...certain behavior is kinda’ expected. Shady McCoy came to the Bills from the Eagles. It was a surprise trade because he was considered one of the best running backs in the league and because the Bills are the Bills. There were whispers of bad behavior when he was on the Eagles, but nothing really stuck. Still, Shady didn’t want to come and the Bills had to give him a lot more money to make it happen. But, he showed and played well. Then he was involved in a bar brawl back in Philly during one off-season. A cop was left with a fractured skull. No charges filed, but Philly cops were hot! Then the Bills made the playoffs and Shady’s Reputation was cemented in Buffalo. Cut to Tuesday afternoon... ...my son texted me. “He didn’t do it.” I hadn’t seen the story about Shady allegedly beating his dog, his child, and his girlfriend and taking steroids as well. “But if he did, he has to get thrown out of the league.” It took

Got a buzz on my phone as I was talking with a client on the site. Who wanted what now? There’s actually no way of knowing who is trying to get ahold of you when your phone is in your pocket. It could be a text, an email or an alert from ESPN. “Excuse me,” I said. I retrieved the phone and glanced down. “Justin Bieber confirms engagement.” “You gotta’ take that?” The guy said. I showed it to him. He laughed. “Who gives a rats ass?” He said. “No kidding!” But obviously someone does. “Who’s the most famous person you’ve ever met?” One guy asked on Twitter. There were thousands of answers! I thought about some that I’ve met. Henry Winkler, Jon Stewart, Alan Alda, Jamie Lee Curtis, Gene Hackman, James Patterson and of course a bunch of Bills, Sabres and Yankees. It was neat, for sure, but I certainly wasn’t star struck. Henry Winkler was fun because I talked to him for awhile. But here’s the thing: They’re human too. They just have different jobs. I al

Kept an ear out for the Thai kids and their soccer coach and their cave rescue. At least 4 kids have been saved by some really brave men. Is it too much to wonder what they were doing down there? I only played a single year of soccer (I was the worst player ever) but I don’t recall any boat trips. I am worried for all though, and I’m amazed at what people will do to help others. Which makes the kids in cages at the border so hard to fathom. The judge has ordered all families to be restored, but it appears no one knows how to get that done. The idiotic plan is difficult to swallow. I looked up on Sunday. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Temperatures were great too. I had such a deep temptation to rest my weary legs, but it’s hard not to go outside. So I did. Anyone want to lend me a left leg and two feet? There was a quote making the social media rounds this weekend. It was Trump at his rally talking nonsensical about Elton John and how he has less records than Trump e

So, I put the dishes in and pressed the button... ...and nothing happened. Of course, I pressed the button eleven more times, believing that perhaps I was pressing the button wrong. Then I sent a message to our head of maintenance. "Dishwasher is broke." My beautiful wife answered with: "I noticed that." Yet, she did not take the dirty dishes out and wash them by hand. She simply shut the door and moved on. I took all the dishes out and was in the process of washing them when one of the Camp Clifford Campers came out of his room with a dish. "What's up?" He asked. "Dishwasher is broken. I have to wash the dishes by hand." And you know what he did? He put his dirty dish in the broken dishwasher! In the middle of the conversation about the broken dishwasher! We've raised some true geniuses. "Yo, dumb ass," I said. He handed me the dish. And we have a terribly slow process around here for fixing or

The fact that they found the 12 kids and their coach in the underground cave, a 131-feet down in a mile-long labyrinth of caves... ...was absolutely amazing, but they have not yet been rescued, and the updates are scary. They’re running low on oxygen. They’re trying to pump water out, and trying to perform the rescue attempt before nasty weather fills the caves and kills them. The idea is to get them to dive out, but these are children and not professional divers, and a diver, who was attempting to assist in the rescue, ran out of air and lost his life. Damn! What a horrific ordeal, and I can’t help but imagine what is happening in that underground cave. They’re kids. They have to be tired, hungry and scared. It’s a situation where you want to believe that everyone will do everything possible to rescue them... ...but there are no easy answers. They’ve been down there for two weeks! I think that everyone in the world has a touch of claustrophobia... ...I know I do.

An unbelievable image started making the rounds on the 4th of July. A black woman had somehow broken through and made the climb to the Statue of Liberty. She hoisted herself up and sat at the base, letting it be known that she wasn’t coming down until all the children who’d been separated from their parents at the border were back with Mom and Dad. An unreal protest. The woman was eventually brought down and hit with Federal misdemeanor charges... ...which, coincidentally enough, is what it takes to be separated from your family and tossed into cages. The aspect of the border story that really makes my blood boil is that some people, very high up in our government, are profiting off the border separation issue. These people have a stake n the housing of the children and are collecting dollars every time a kid is led to a cage. Kids are in cages!!! No matter where you stand on the complicated issue this can’t be right... ...right??? And they can’t find their way ba

The texts starting coming in around 9 p.m. on Saturday. "How the Yankees doing?" At that time the score was Boston 8 and New York 0. The Red Sux had runners on base as well. "I'm not paying attention," I answered. "Are they playing tonight?" "Yes. Yes they are. Boston is going to score 20." I didn't much feel like reminding my buddy that the Yankees had pummeled the Red Sux on Friday, but I did remind him that it was a best 2 of 3 series and that Sevy was pitching on Sunday. "Yanks win tomorrow night, and I don't hear from you," I texted. "We'll see! Appears to me that you just might eat those words." Silly, silly man. The Yankees won 11-1 on Sunday night. They hit 6 homers. And yet, two of three wasn't quite enough for me. When I woke on Sunday morning there were five Red Sux related texts from the Saturday night beating. And I had to answer all of those, didn't I? Back in 1988,

Was quickly discussing politics the other day. We were hitting on the money that is going directly from the taxpayer to members of the administration. “They aren’t even trying to hide that they’re enriching themselves,” I said. “I think they all do that,” my buddy said. “Every politician gets rich off their time in office.” “I guess,” I said. “But this time around they aren’t even trying to disguise it!” A couple of days later, though, I wondered why we are okay with the fact that politicians are getting rich. This guy took $3 million from the NRA, that guy took big money from Big Pharma, she gets Medicare money, he takes it from big oil. Why are we putting up with it?????? I bring it all up because it’s America’s Birthday. 242 years old... ...and we are acting like teenagers. I’ve heard it said, about fifty times this year, that we are in the battle for the moral soul of the country. What do we want to be when we grow up? America always stood for something. W

I'll never forget the moment. We were playing a softball game at Renaldo Park. The Lions versus Fox's Den. It was a huge game as we were 1-2 in the standings, and we honestly didn't care for each other. The games were always hotly contested. It kinda' wasn't that night. Renaldo hit a couple of long home runs, and we were up big. I had also had a few hits...my patented single over the second baseman's head. When I arrived at the plate in the 4th inning, I noticed that the centerfielder had moved in to try and take that single away. I never hit a ball further. It went straight over the centerfielder's head and I blazed my way around the bases. When I reached second, I caught a glimpse of the centerfielder and he was still trying to get the ball. "I hit a homer!" I thought to myself. As I passed the shortstop, I felt a pain in my left lower leg. I looked to the shortstop. I thought he had kicked me. He was a long ways away. "

I won't ever complain. In fact, my job is waaaaaay better when it's warm out. I hate stumbling around the sites when it's cold. There's always a chance to fall on your ass in the ice too. So, I don't mind sweating. Yet, there are challenges. I struggle to climb ladders now and it takes a lot out of me at the end of the day, but I go up because that's where the job is. "Come on, old man," a young guy said the other day. I go a foot at a time. That's the problem. When I was young like that guy both legs would move as I climbed. Now, with the hip barking...one leg at a time. Anywhoha... "Hot enough for you?" the convenience store clerk asked on Saturday morning. "Perfect," I said. I wore a coat from September, 2017 to the end of May, 2018! And now I'm going to curse the heat??? Never happen. I was surprised to hear that it has never hit 100 degrees in Buffalo, New York. Years ago, we drove from Los Ang

Years ago, I was interviewed for ‘Counting On A Miracle’. I spoke to the reporter a few times and before the story came out he verified everything that was in it by sending me a copy to look at. It was all good. Except I blew one detail. I got one of the doctor names wrong. The story came out and it looked terrific. I sent the reporter a thank-you email and he immediately responded, asking me about the name of the doc that I’d misidentified. I apologized profusely, and I could tell that the reporter was more than mildly annoyed. “We pride ourselves on getting it right,” he said. I think of that when I hear someone say “Fake News.” I also thought of it when I heard Trump call the press, “The enemy of the people.” Then a CNN reporter was verbally assaulted at one of the rallies. Then a Trump disciple, Milo-something-or-other doubled down on the “enemy of the people” line and said that he couldn’t wait for reporters to be gunned down. On Thursday, reporters were gunn