When I was a kid my parents would rent a beach house at the end of summer on the Oregon coast. Their friends from college would usually stay there with us, in the evening we would have a campfire on the beach. The smell of a campfire almost always brings back memories of those days even now that I’m in my 40’s.

I’m clinging to the hope that tRumpy and his merry band of criminals and sex offenders will spend a majority of their time infighting and won’t actually accomplish much of this agenda, I’m sure some of it will get passed, but fingers crossed incompetence gets in the way.