Yesterday morning I took the car to the garage (hence my absence here) and then walked to the café, where I found my friend Dave sitting with his Wednesday morning coffee group. Talk was of current events.
“We now live in a dictatorship,” one of the men said. “That’s what Trump’s created.”
Walking back to the garage through Hardy Park I saw four people in white playing croquet. Even in a dictatorship, I thought, life goes on.
Though for one woman in Minneapolis yesterday it tragically ended.
