The Trump-Romney Question
The expressions in this photograph are priceless.
By Carolyn Yeager
I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYONE BRING UP WHAT SEEMS OBVIOUS TO ME. Donald Trump is working to bridge the gap between Mitt Romney and himself as part of his stated goal to unite the Republican party behind him. Romney, as his most vociferous critic, and also the highest status person in that wing of the party, can bring all other “Never Trumpers” around with him.
Trump's goal is to unite the entire country behind him. He's starting with the Republican party and with the party's former top Republican, Romney, by dangling in front of him the prestigious Secretary of State position. Brilliant? Certainly. We the people, and certainly we who have been Trump supporters from the beginning need to stop second-guessing our man and instead sit back and enjoy what he is unfolding before our wondering eyes. It's great and it's going to get even greater!



I am walking with a cane (like the one pictured at right) and can drive now. On Wednesday morning, the day before Thanksgiving, I'll be walking out my front door, down the porch steps, down the walkway to my car which is temporarily, for convenience sake, parked at the end of it. I'll drive the six-eight miles down the local “highway” to Kerrville, take the cut-off road to the southeast section of town where the hospital and my surgeon's office is (and the post office where I have some mail waiting) for my first out-patient appointment with him. I will get out of my car and walk into his office, unassisted. How exciting is that!
Leslie Millwee, a married woman with children, appears in a video with Aaron Klein, recounting how Bill Clinton took advantage of her in a small editing room when she was a 20-year-old reporter. Millwee was working for a television news station in 1980 in the Fort Smith/Fayetteville, Arkansas market area. She said Clinton singled her out, calling her “pretty girl,” touching her and often asking after her at the station by name. Three times, she said, he came up behind her as she sat in an editing room chair and held her while he rubbed his genitals against the back of her neck. He eventually knocked on the door of her apartment one night, asking to be let in, she recounted, but she did not speak or open the door.

