BOB WAKEHAM: Taking a break from Trump, Epstein and other bad news
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BOB WAKEHAM: Taking a break from Trump, Epstein and other bad news
Snow-clearing isn't so bad when it gives you a break from the bad news from the U.S. blaring on your TV set
So, like thousands of my fellow residents of Northeastern Newfoundland, I was out in the driveway the other day during this blizzard-dominated February, smothered and sweating in several layers of clothes that made me resemble the Pillsbury Dough Boy, and forcing my 75-year-old muscles to ignore their age and once again prove that the creator of the snowblower should receive the Nobel Prize for his cardiac-care invention.
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At some point, my system cried out for hydration — that fancy synonym for a gigantic glass of water — and within minutes, I was inside the house where the steady hum of the snowblower was replaced by the sounds of Wolf Blitzer and company breathlessly telling the world that the American mad-man, Trump the Terrible, had unleashed his country’s powerful military arsenal on Iran.
My wife Heather, who — like most normal-thinking souls — has developed a massive dislike of the spreader of terror, Dangerous Donald, was even more vociferous than usual with her profanity-laden condemnation of the American president and his latest insane moves on the world stage.
As for me, I listened politely, nodded in agreement with her every utterance, practically inhaled my 12 ounces of fresh, tasty well water, and desperately stumbled over the mounds of snow in front of the house and made my way gratefully and joyously to my snow........
