Concerned by the ramifications from the last sixteen months of politicking on social dialogue and decorum across the United States of America. I’m tired from the analogous artillery fire of the election-obsessed news media. And I don’t mean concerned about the safety of the airplane, nor the competence of its crew. And I don’t mean tired from the grind of travel. At the time of this writing-November 6th, 2016-it’s almost 9 PM, and I’m at cruising altitude somewhere over Portland, Oregon, heading south from Seattle to begin my week in Southern California.
