It’s 5:30 a.m. the day after Memorial Day and I’m out jogging. I go out at this time because there’s not much likelihood of encountering many other people. Oh, I know others are awake, but few are out on the trail at this time of morning. I’m made a bit sad by the amount of trash I see along the path. Yesterday turned into a pleasant afternoon and I suspect lots of people were out here then. I even find the remains of some kind of homemade fireworks launcher, reminding me that it was supposed to be a patriotic holiday. I’ve seen an uptick in Trump signs around here and I wonder if it has anything to do with the rampant somebody elsism that I see strewn along my jogging trail.
Somebody elsism is the attitude that I can make a mess of things…
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