Slippery Slopes

I confess I was temporarily disabled by the latest outrageous events in Minneapolis.

For about a year now, I have been imploring a longtime good friend and fellow scribbler not to let the cascading horrors of the Trump administration weigh him down. Let the work be the cure, I’d say. Shut out the noise. Fingers on the keyboard.

Elbows up, to coin a fine Canadian phrase.

Well, I confess I hit my own wall the past few days. The hair raising…