Thoughts of a Common Man

So, it took me 6 games to finally watch. I had caught a couple of at-bats of the first five games, but I certainly wasn’t excited about watching Altuve, or Bregman or any of the Astros do something positive. I was absolutely thrilled when the Nats won the first two, but I had no dreams of a sweep. And the Astros came roaring back, winning all three on the road. So, how did I get roped in to watch Game 6? I mean, I certainly didn’t want to watch the Astros celebrate. But I was on a plane. The game was on without audio. Bad news: By the time I landed the Astros were up 2-1 and Verlander was in my face. Then I landed. By the time I got to my car (with my bag this time) the Nationals had grabbed the lead and their great young player, Juan Soto had carried his bat to first base to answer the cocky bat-carry of Bregman. Then all hell broke loose. A throw hit to first resulted in a terrible call that really screwed the Nationals. And I don’t know what’s going on in sp

Life seems long sometimes. The road isn’t always smooth. I love shots of the railroad tracks. When I was a teenager I walked the railroad tracks a lot. We used to pick them up behind the cemetery at the end of the street, and we’d take a long, slow walk to the grocery store or to the bar. I’d walk and talk and we’d have a chew and a few beers. Walked with a whole bunch of great friends. We’d talk about the girls we liked, our dreams, what life would be like when we were finally adults. I think of those buddies and it all went pretty well for all of us. I used to be afraid of heights, which was pretty scary at the one part where we were exposed to a fall to the ground below. I climb all over the place now... ...learned how not to look down. I miss those days of dreaming about what is in front of me. At 55 years old, well, the page is pretty filled up. There are a lot of days left, hopefully, and there are still things I want to do. But have you ever walked a g

“Lock Him Up!” So, the World Series Game 5 featured a visit from the president, the First Lady and 4 or 5 of his biggest co-conspirators. Trump didn’t throw out the first pitch. The Nationals owner did not invite him to sit in his box. But there was an announcement made and Trump and Melania were shown on the scoreboard. It didn’t go well. Loud booing was soon followed by a “Lock Him Up!” chant. A dozen hours later, the house announced that there would be an impeachment vote and then the hearings would be held in public. I don’t know if I’ve ever booed at a sporting event. I was at Yankee Stadium one year and Jeter started real slow one year. He was like 2 for 30 or some such nonsense. The Yankees had won the series the year before. Jeets got booed! So, if he was booed, Donald should’ve expected it. He’s had a much worse year than Jeter ever did. (My God! I’ve put them two in the same sentence). The thing is, I was always of the opinion that the office of the

On Sunday morning, no less, the orange dude took the microphone. An empty wagon makes a lot of noise. He started it all with a tweet on Saturday night: “Something big happened.” And the head of ISIS was killed in a military operation. Great. There was absolutely zero chance that he didn’t stand up and accept praise. Things I didn’t expect: 1). Russia was thanked first. 2). Not all of OUR government was in on the plan! “Couldn’t trust end!” If that’s how things are being run now, we’re in big trouble. 3). A canine is a dog. He actually said that: “The canines, I actually call them dogs.” 4), And speaking of dogs: “He died like a dog.” “He whimpered like a dog.” “Dumb as a dog.” There were so many dog references that I wondered if he was chasing a pack of them rather than a terrorist who he exclaimed was more dangerous than Bin Laden. “Bin Laden was a big one. My terrorist is bigger than your terrorist.” I’m skeptical of all of it. He’s had a f

I’m reading the new John Grisham book, ‘The Guardians’ on my phone. The book is good, but now, every two days, I get a message, from my phone, that I’ve ‘reached my reading goal’ for the day. On Saturday, I got a congratulatory message because I had made my quota for the week. Go me! The thing is that we can’t do anything anymore without someone asking us how everything went for us. There’s a truck in front of us: “How am I driving? Call 1-800.” Has anyone ever called that number to say: “Your driver is exceptional”? It’s not only there. Go to the post office. After the spiel that they give every single customer they hand you the half-a-mile receipt and let us know: “There’s a little survey for you to fill out to let us know how your experience was.” Seriously? Everyone is in a constant search for instant approval. “How was our service?” “If you liked your waitress, tell us.” “Go on line and write us a review!” My God!! I read a lot of books. I do

We had a strange moment as the nurse gave Kathy her discharge instructions. “You probably shouldn’t try and do any laundry for awhile,” the nurse said. “Like 23 years?” I asked. “You shouldn’t be thinking about grocery shopping or doing the dishes or cooking for some time.” “She won’t,” I said. Now they both looked at me. “He does that stuff,” Kathy said. Yet, the first couple of days here has been a tad rough. Take Friday morning for instance. I was on the way to the hospital with the idea that there’d be a quick conversation and we’d be on the way back home. The phone buzzed. “Can you bring me some scrambled eggs?” Scrambled eggs??? They don’t just have a scrambled egg store. “Does McDonalds have them?” I asked. “I don’t know, but find me some because they brought me some and they’re disgusting. They’re all runny. I haven’t eaten in two days!” I had to change directions completely. There aren’t a whole lot of McDonalds near the hospital. Found a Mickey

I really despise hospital life. I feel a lot of sadness behind the hospital walls. I was stuck at Kathy’s bedside as we waited for surgery. We originally slated to be there at 9:30. Instead, they asked us to show up by 7:30... ...which meant up by 6:00. It’s been a long, long week with precious little sleep. Kathy slept! From 7:30 when we got there until 10:30 when they actually got her. She also slept a long while in recovery and was nodding off all evening Thank God it went as planned. Me? I listened to a woman named Cheryl talk about her husband, Rico, who had his bowel reconfigured because it was wrapped around his hernia. “I told him weeks ago! He wouldn’t listen!! I was right all along!!!” I saw an old couple, holding hands. “A father shouldn’t be this worried about the health of his child,” the man said. “He’s going to be fine. He has a great doctor.” I thought about the doctors a little. Someone finished last in their class. I hoped the guy who was

There used to be a time in my life when I would make idle chatter with strangers. At one time I used to actually enjoy trying to get to know someone new. Those days are long gone. My travel was garbage this time around. I had 4 flights and got a lousy seat each time, the worst of all being was a middle seat between two ambitious bastards. The guy to my left had a stack of papers. There were at least a thousand loose leaf pages. For over two hours, he shuffled those pages, over and over and over again. He was a nervous guy. He licked his finger, and then he used the finger to read. I’m not quite sure when it happened, but it was a long ass time ago. He was still using his fingers to read???? It annoyed me. Then his leg started to shake. A nervous habit, to be sure, but there is absolutely no room on a plane. When he shook his leg, my leg moved. The guy to my right was also a busy guy. He took out his lap top. Then he started huffing. I guess I looked over. “The i

Stephanie Apstein is a reporter who wrote a recap of the celebration in the Houston Astros clubhouse. It wasn’t a flattering recap. Brandon Taubman, the assistant general manager reportedly screamed down three female reporters, yelling: “I’m so f***ng glad we have Osuna.” The Osuna in that sentence is the relief pitcher the Astros acquired on the cheap after he was suspended for domestic violence. Taubman went off because he was trying to shout down the female reporters who had been ‘tough’ on poor victimized Osuna. Of course I’m not much of a fan of the Astros, but not only because they beat the Yankees this year and in 2017. I just can’t stand their lack of sportsmanship. Bregman, Altuve, Verlander and their manager, Hinch, are all condescending, albeit talented people. I’ve never once heard one of them say anything even a little complimentary toward their opponent. When Hicks homered off Verlander in Game 5, Hinch did his best to minimize the homer. Altuve is a

Mellencamp has a line in one of his songs: “Sometimes life is just too ridiculous to live.” Saturday night: The Yankees are down 4-2 in the 9th. DJ hits a 2-run homer to tie it. The pip squeak unties it in the bottom of the 9th and the Yankees season ends. Okay. I can handle that. I had a tee-time! But noise around the house woke me just an hour later and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Wound up sleeping about 4 hours, but hit the ball really well. I can still do this! Flight was leaving for Kansas City just four hours after I walked off the course for the last time in 2019. Our favorite course was closing for the year! Lost the Yankees and golf all in 8 hours. The flights were cramped, bumpy and long. I arrived in KC at 10:00 and got to sleep at midnight. Out of bed by 6 a.m., went to two large projects and got back to the airport to start the journey home. I wrote the long reports in the airport and put my computer in my roller bag. Boarded the plane. “We do

If Bruce was going to go through all the trouble of putting out a film for his great record ‘Western ⭐️ Stars ⭐️ then I sure as hell was going to go. So, we ordered tickets, and then I figured out that the movie was going to conflict with the Yankees game. “Bruce or the Yankees,” Kathy said, with a laugh. “Your head might explode.” We would be okay. We’d get home by the 2nd or 3rd inning. Now, I love the record and know every word so the film was going to be good for me. Kathy has listened to the new record, but definitely not as many times as me... ...but she loves Bruce too. I didn’t know what to expect other than the playing of the songs, but I knew it would be beautiful, and it was. Great scenery. Bruce telling us why he wrote what he wrote and of course, wisdom. None of us get through unscathed. It’s a theme of the record. And sometimes we try to change, and sometimes we just live with it, and accept it, but it’s all about getting up and continuing. Somehow.

It’s a European saying. “Dressed up to the nines.” Nothing too major about it, it just means to perfection. On Saturday morning I came downstairs and Kathy said, “Oh, are you wearing your Bruce shirt cause you’re going to the movie tonight?” I looked down. Was the cover shot of ‘Born to Run’. The shirt that features Bruce and Clarence shoulder-to-shoulder. “Did you do that on purpose?” “When have I ever put on an article of clothing on purpose?” I took stock. Not dressed to the nines. Not even to the threes. The aforementioned concert tee. A pair of blue shorts with white paint on them and a pair of white socks that are way higher than how my kids wear them. The disconcerting part? There are holes in them and once in awhile my big toe pops out. Worst part? I have other socks! They are tighter though and my crazy feet nerves makes my wearing them uncomfortable. I need them to be loose! So, I have about 5 pair of ‘good ones’ and those have holes in them

Took the day off for my birthday. I heard it said that you have to celebrate the unusual days because there are so many routine days. And I wanted a day of rest. Stayed in bed for a little while because I had to respond to text messages because the Yankees lost on Thursday night so all of my great friends have to send me messages to rub it in. Then there are the birthday wishes texts and Facebook posts. Man! I’m blessed that there are so many, but I need to answer each one. “Just wait until the end of the day and send a mass thank-you,” Kathy said. She doesn’t get OCD. So, I answered them all and then took the dogs for the ride, and watched a movie. I’m 55! That’s a good morning. I really wanted to stay away from politics... ...needed to listen to a little Bruce... ...and wanted dinner with Mom. The place to go on a Friday night is North Collins! 3-Star is a great place for fish fry or a seafood platter. I had scallops, shrimp and broiled fish with about

I can't believe that I'm fifty-f***ing five years old! One of the curses of having a great memory is that I can recall things that happened fifty years ago. 55? Seriously. I'm pretty sure that I can get the discount on breakfast at Denny's now and while that feels embarrassing, it's the goal, right? "You're getting old!" People will say all day. And I think: "Yeah, I want to get older too." What is disconcerting about another trip around the sun is that now I catch a glimpse at the obits... ...and I am prone to do that for a long moment every few days or so... ...and I think: "That guy is younger than me." And sooner or later I will reach an age where people will think: "He had a good run." Hope to, anyway. I don't recall too many specifics of too many birthdays...they've all sort of run together. At ten years old I was on a bus to an away football game where I sat on a bench in the

I am in the car for 10 hours a day. I have satellite radio and it’s pretty much commercial-free when you listen to a music channel, but man, there are a ton of commercials on the talk stations. Every commercial has a catchy, annoying jingle. The Kars-for-kids song gets immediately muted. So does the commercial where the young girl asks her grandpa if he read a children’s book. “I want to but I just can’t see the print.” Yet, it all came to a head the other morning when I stepped out of the shower singing: “I have a structured settlement but I need cash now.” That sung line is repeated about a dozen times in the 20-second commercial and since I hear it ten times a day... ...well, let’s just say, it may end up in my suicide note. And there are a million others. The lawyer jingles are all obnoxious, and since I travel a bit I know that our Buffalo lawyers haven’t cornered the market on the garbage. It’s a huge business! And I think of old Charlie Harper from Two

I love the HBO Show 'Succession'. The new season has been amazingly funny, and extremely biting. Kathy isn't a fan of the new year because she is starting to really hate some of the characters. Which is the point. They're rich, white privileged media moguls and their billions and billions of dollars make them real a-holes. I'm not spoiling anything here because at the end of last season the son of the filthy rich dude was involved in a fatal car accident that looked an awful lot like the old Ted Kennedy accident. The rich dude got away with it and the father made mention that it wasn't that huge of a deal because: "There was no real person involved." It made my skin crawl when he said it, but that's what he believed because the guy who lost his life was just a 'servant' who happened to be at the party to make sure the rich people weren't inconvenienced in any way. I kind of forgot about it until the episode that aired on

My birthday celebration starts 3 days early because today is Jeff Renaldo’s Birthday! Happy Birthday, buddy. Bills are 4-1, Sabres are undefeated and we’re still here! Thing is: I’m turning the old double nickels this year and I just can’t get over the fact that I can get a break on a freaking ‘Moons over my hammy’ sandwich at Denny’s. The senior citizen discount!!! I made it. Fifty-freaking-five. And Jeff just celebrated his 34th wedding anniversary. When I heard about Jeff & Kathy’s Anniversary I thought about the night before his wedding. We were young! He was getting freaking married!! We had a couple of beers and I asked him: “Are you nervous?” “Yeah, I’m freaking nervous!” What did I know about giving marital advice??? My longest relationship up to that point was about 3 days. “Do you love her?” “I love her a ton,” Jeff said. I remember that answer clearly because I’ve thought of it a lot through the years, and I knew he was good right th

“Dress warm, boys,” Scotty texted at 7:15 on Sunday morning. “I’m wearing shorts,” I sent back. But we all felt a sense of loss... ...would this be it? I took the dogs for their ride, it was brisk. I wanted to cry. Golf is over for the year??? Maybe not! By the 7th hole, the jacket came off and I was actually sweating. Not a cloud in the sky and the course was in great shape. But it’s golf!!! I had about a 9-minute stretch where it looked like I’d never played before. Then I parred two straight. On a par 3 I hit a dribbler. “Try it without a tee,” JC said. I did. Put it within 10’ of the hole. Played both balls. Made the putt for a birdie... ...two extra shots on the other ball... ...took the higher score... ... and lost to Pops! He hit the ball great... ...had a long putt for a birdie on 9. We all audibly cheered when he hit it. The course had eaten him up earlier in the year. This was the group that played together this year. In years

Daniel Hudson is a pitcher for the Washington Nationals. He didn’t make it to work on Friday because his wife was having a baby. It was Game 1 of the NLCS... ...an important game, by all means. The story should end there. The guy did what he was supposed to do. Family first, right? But people have to chime in and tell him he did the wrong thing. An ex-front office manager for the Marlins, David Samson, said that unless there was a problem of sorts, Hudson belonged with his team. What a dope. Seeing my children being born was absolutely amazing. Wouldn’t have missed that for the world. Can’t ever forget any of it. I remember walking out of the hospital that day knowing that the world had changed somehow. For weeks, I walked around in a fog. I can’t imagine having missed that for work. I’m sure that Daniel Hudson’s teammates understood it. He’s a relief pitcher. He’s gonna get one inning max. As it turned out, the Nationals didn’t need him, and they won the game.

So, the plot thickens. Two men had lunch with Rudy Giuliani on Thursday and then they headed straight to the airport where they were going to catch a one-way flight to Frankfurt and then connect to parts unknown. They got arrested at the airport and were booked on campaign finance shenanigans. All dealing with Ukraine where Rudy had been head of the hunchmen in charge of trying to find dirt on Biden. Working on behalf of the big orange dope. It’s the plot of a lousy movie. Except it’s actually the beginning of the end of our democracy, maybe. Or so it seems. But there’s another plot twist: “Is Rudy Giuliani still your attorney?” A reporter asked Trump. “I don’t know,” he said! When asked about the arrests of the two men who were linked to a bunch of people in the GOP he said: “I don’t know them. You’ll have to ask Rudy.” There are photos of the men with Trump and his kids too. “There might be photos out there, but I take photos with everyone.” Oh! That exp

In the most recent episode of “This Is Us” young Kevin asks his father, Jack, if he thinks Cindy Crawford is pretty. “She’s no Kate Pierson,” Jack says. Kathy laughed. “Isn’t that beautiful?” She asked. “He stole my line!” I said. But the Cindy Crawford line and all the Charlize Theron commercials during the baseball playoffs got me thinking about how beautiful some of the women of television are. Hell, Mandy Moore on “This Is Us” is crazy pretty. So is the woman who plays the detective on Chicago P.D. I don’t even know who she is, but every time she’s on screen I say, “Man, she’s pretty.” Think, Angie Harmon on all the old episodes of Law & Order. Yet, old Jack answered perfectly when asked about another woman in the presence of his wife. And before anyone gets hurt feelings because this blog seems to objectify women because they’re pretty... ...what can I say? Charlize Theron is pretty. I know it. She knows it. My beautiful wife knows it. “My God

There was a heavy layer of frost and I shivered mightily as I headed for the car because my freaking light jacket was in the car. I turned the key and the car came to life: 7:11 a.m. - 39 The 39 represents the degrees. “Damn.” Now, it warmed up nicely and the sun was shining all day. October is like that. It can be cold. There’s a possibility of heavy snow. Or it can be 70. It’s also a pretty month and since I was born on a crisp fall day back in the October of ‘64... ...well, it’s a lovely month. Twitter had a little exchange going on. A ranking of the best month. October came in first, but the guy who made the list had November in the #3 slot. No. So, I decided to make my own list of the best months - last to first. 12). February - February sucks. 11). January - January sucks too. There’s an optimism for the new year, but it only lasts for about 4 days. 10). November - I like Thanksgiving but the cold is settling in. Makes me sad. 9). April - Baseball

There’s nothing like the anticipation of each pitch in a baseball playoff game. On Monday there were 4 straight games on. I listened to the first one on the radio. It’s the only sport that really works on the radio because you can see it clearly. There are actually days throughout the year when I’ll put a Pirates-Reds game in and listen. Of course, I’ve always loved the sport, but there are a lot of people who will complain: “Baseball is boring!” And I suppose it can be if you don’t follow it closely. For me, it’s a long season of matchups because I know virtually every player on every team. One game leads to the next. Each game affects the next one. Want to use 3 relievers to close out games on Monday and Tuesday? You’ll pay for it on Wednesday. They have like 18 days off and play 162. Physical and mental endurance. But nothing like the playoffs. The Yankees played superbly in sweeping away a good hitting Minnesota team. They held them to 7 runs in 3 games. The

Well, now it’s dangerous for our allies. Even the GOP is upset about the Kurds being in harm’s way now because Trump has decided to yank the troops who were helping the people who were helping us in the fight against Isis. It’s a decision that will cost lives... ...and Trump, who sets policies on Twitter... ...tweeted a couple of real beauties. In one he threatened to go back and blast them if they didn’t cooperate. Then he bragged about his ‘great and unmatched wisdom.’ I don’t follow him on twitter, but I don’t have to. His unhinged tweets eventually make their way to me and I read this one in real time. It turned my stomach. He’s the president of the most powerful country in the world and his words can result in markets crashing and lives being lost. Great and unmatched wisdom? And it has become downright disturbing. When he asked China to interfere in the next election everyone agreed that it was impeachable and despicable... ...even the most staunch of h

Randy Dobnak is a pitcher for the Minnesota Twins. I follow baseball closely, but I’d never heard of him until the Twins announced that he would be starting Game 2 in Yankee Stadium on Saturday. I was surprised. They had a perfectly good veteran pitcher available in Jake Odorizzi, but, okay. Maybe they were trying to catch lightning in a bottle. I just know that Yankee Stadium can be an unforgiving place for young pitchers. As the game got close on Saturday I heard a bit about Dobnak being an Uber driver as he tried to supplement his minor league income. As an aside here, the money made by guys trying to make it to the Show is borderline ridiculous. It’s chicken feed, actually, and MLB has to fix it. Anywhoha... Dobnak wasn’t good. The Yankees scored on him in the first and then really set up a big inning in the 3rd. A grand slam by Didi made it 7-0 and it was all over. A bit later, the Yankees fans were chanting: Uber, Uber, Uber. By Sunday morning all the social m

My mother-in-law and father-in-law stopped by for a visit on Saturday afternoon. Jake’s car needed a little work, and since I once poured anti-freeze into the tub where windshield washer goes, I was relegated to handing my brother-in-law the tools that he needed. And I hung back and watched. I also kept an eye on the back and forth between Kathy’s parents. Her Mom hasn’t been feeling great lately, and her memory isn’t strong. It’s tough to see. Yet, I watched my father-in-law help her every step of the way. What was striking about it for me is that I played golf with my father-in-law a few times... ...he’s not a patient man! We’d be on the green at one hole and he’d chide me to hurry it along. “Just hit it, let’s go!” I’m not a slow golfer. I don’t stand over any shot too long, but man, he was 100% quicker than me. So, I was a little shocked to see him in patient mode. “Hang on a second,” he said. “Carolyn needs me.” And off he’d go to talk to her. He held

I scheduled an extremely rare day off. On Thursday night, my beautiful wife said: “We have a lot of errands to run tomorrow, busy day.” I planned on just taking it easy a little and just hanging around. Would try to be patient with all that needed to be done. You know, Mr. Happy Go Lucky. Got up at my usual time, grabbed a coffee and waited for it to get started. Coffee hour went smoothly. Took the dogs for a ride, went to the bank, and casually asked: “So what’s our plan?” (That’s important because the tug of war in our home is that I need a plan; no one else does). “The store, maybe breakfast out, then I have to go to the hospital for my pre-op appointment and you’re taking me and waiting for me.” Good enough. I love breakfast when I don’t have to cook it. “How about this?” I asked. “I’ll go to the store and you get ready. We leave her at noon.” I got back in the nick of time. She wasn’t ready. “Okay,” I thought. “Stay patient.” I actually grabbed a va

The freaking hockey season started last night! I dug out my blue electric blanket and had to get it cleaned up and plugged in. Melky will be happy. Not me. I don’t have anything against the warm blanket, mind you. I actually love it. It feels good on my tired body... ...but man, I don’t want this yet! After the blankie comes the Yankees windbreaker (which I wore yesterday). And then the Carhartt with the hoodie underneath. Last year, I wore that hoodie from October THROUGH May!! That saddens me. There has to be one more round of golf left! As for hockey season... ...I watched one period last year. Game 7 of the Finals. Even saw 2 goals. I miss hockey the way it used to be played. I can only name about six guys on the Sabres now. I hope they do well because this is a really crazy hockey town when they’re fun... ...but the prognosis isn’t great. Everything I read says, no playoffs for you. So, here we sit. Me and my 13 and a half year old dog. At lea

Amber Guyger shot Botham Jean to death. She claimed that she feared for her life. Even though she entered his apartment where he was seated on his living room couch eating a bowl of ice cream. Amber claimed that she entered the wrong apartment by mistake and then was trembling in fear because she thought he was an intruder. He was black. She is a white police officer who was off-duty. Thankfully the jury didn’t buy her story and found her guilty of murder, but man... ...she only got ten years. Will probably be out way before that. She’ll resume her life at 41 years old at the most. What a damn shame. Yet, here we are. Couple of questions: 1). You don’t recognize that you aren’t in your own apartment? 2). How do you confuse a man eating ice cream as a man who is attacking you? Now, I heard that there may have been other factors, including a rumor of a beef between the two. Let’s for the sake of argument, believe that she is telling the truth. You know why she s

So, after yesterday’s blog about the end of the Trump presidency I received a SNL skit about it from a beloved member of my family. It’s a great skit with Woody Harrelson and a couple of the SNL actors. “Nothing is gonna’ happen,” is the punch line... ...and it scared me. As I read the news that William Barr is touring the world trying to find “evidence” to discredit United States intelligence that implicated Trump. Read that sentence again. The head of the Department of Justice of the United States is going to other countries to dig up dirt on the FBI and CIA in defense of a crazed man who thinks he’s king. When I read that on Monday night, I felt bile rising because for the only time in my life I became aware that: WE ARE NO LONGER BEHOLDEN TO THE CONSTITUTION!!! I don’t want to write about this anymore. I don’t want to read any more of this! A new book is being published about the border war. He asked if they could shoot the migrants in the legs to slow them

The Trump presidency is over. You heard it here first. It hit me on Saturday as I read through some of his manically insane tweets. It’s done. Stick a fork in him. Of course, it can’t possibly be that simple. There will be a lot of hand-wringing, threats, lies and crazy accusations. It really was on full display all day Monday, and as he understands the gravity of his crimes, it’ll get worse. He threatened a civil war. He declared that the whistleblower was a spy and that the man investigating him was guilty of treason. Yet, the leakers are leaking and those who have pretended to back him are knuckling under the pressure... ...and there was a moment on Saturday when a single two-word thought crashed into my brain. “It’s over.” A couple of my buddies texted me. “Can you believe all this?” One of them asked. “He will not be president by Halloween,” I responded, and I honestly believe that. The impeachment may not come that quickly, but I believe that he will