"Tater", my friend Patti's best friend thought about walking in the Barnstable, MASS 4th of July parade impersonating you-know-who. In fact Patti felt that was not the best idea (we don't need to go into reasons).
Tater's is not in full cariature mode because he's keeping his mouth shut -- that's because his own persona is sweet, clever, honest and loving. He really doesn't have it in his heart to carry the personification beyond the superficial.
Meanwhile I am smugly happy that I am a TV-less person and do not have the craziness of the convention blaring at me several hours a day.
I must say that comb-over is a restrained blond -- no carrot color in it.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!