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My memoir post will be slightly political again today. I'm getting past it all, hardly read any of my previous political commentators now. Still, there is one person whose column I read because I find his musings interesting. This morning he wrote a mostly positive post about Thanksgiving but then he wrote that those who don't support Trump are part of an "educated elite." I felt strongly that I wanted to comment about this. Because, just as not all people who voted for Trump are the same, neither are those who voted against him. And I want to set to paper my opinion about that. Because that's what this memoir blog is, my perspective on the life I have lived and am living :) My blue-collar father who went to high school at night in his teens while working during the day in the 1920s, who told both his daughters in the 1950s and 1960s that high school was "good enough" for women, would be mystified to hear his younger daughter included in "the educat...

And today is the fourth "morning after", with each "night before" a little easier, a little more "make the best of it but take care of yourself." Before I move back to writing this memoir style blog--going to continue with the South Africa trip of 1977--I feel I would be shrinking if I didn't say something about how I feel about this week's US election. As of this writing, Saturday, Arizona still hasn’t finished its count—the GOP did a great job of preventing the mail-in vote for being counted early and messing up the ability to use the machines—so I still don’t know if we are going to be saddled with the odious Kari Lake or whether the House is going to be Republican too. Still, it’s becoming more “academic” than visceral for me, if you know what I mean. Necesitamos avanzar. Sera dificil, sabiendo que muchos, especialmente aqui donde vivo, creen en los planes de Trump y Vance. (I have been practicing Spanish in preparation for a 10-day December cr...