That Christmas Santa got us Trump punching bags. Precious and prescient.
< 1973 and 2017 >
I miss having blond hair. Well, I miss having hair. I remember loving that book bag. I’d wear that shirt today, but not the socks or shoes. Oh, the things I wish I could tell that kid.
We will miss you. Thank you for serving with such grace and dignity, especially during a time of blatant obstruction and relentless hate. We will never forget our time in the White House. (By the way, I stole some cocktail napkins.)