Sad to read about the family experiences with strokes. My mother suffered one when she fell at home about five years before she died and I had to put her in assisted living to have the around-the-clock care needed for her final years. When she died in 2012 at age 89, she often did not even know who I was but she did recognize me while I set up with her on her final night before she passed shortly before 5 a.m.

She, thankfully, did not see what has happened to the land she loved in the years that followed.

We can hope judgment is near for those who have tried to destroy America. It keeps me writing and hoping.

Let's hope we can see it through.

Doug

It is the role of a newspaperman to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.
-- Finley Peter Dunne