Good morning in These titles mean nothing.

I don’t know what to say. I’m disappointed. I hate making the whole thing about me. Eight years ago, grandson Will, who was ten years old, was so disappointed he didn’t want to go to school and face the kids who wanted Trump to win.

We met John and the kids in Rochester Sunday. We tramped around Barnes and Noble and ate a nice lunch at a goose themed restaurant. The meeting ended with hugs - my grandchildren are huggers - who knew that was possible? Will is considerable over 6 feet tall - a hug from him is memorable. He’s a senior. He played his last football game Saturday and he was in on several significant plays.

I wish I’d had Jim text him last night.