Cowering in the Kitchen
Met my next door neighbor last night at the mail boxes. (We're in the city, but our neighborhood still has remnants of the time when it was a rural outskirt - our mailboxes are clustered together at the curb.)
"Watching the Republican Convention?" he asked.
And I had to confess. I just don't have the stomach for it.
I used to watch everything. I don't remember having to leave the room when Richard Nixon came on the air. I wasn't much interested in what he had to say and disagreed with most if not all of it, but he didn't actually make me feel a little queasy. Read more about Cowering in the Kitchen