Dec. 9, 2015

Dear Hildie:

My God, what did the post office do to my December 2 letter? Do they have dogs in the sorting room, who chew up the mail?

Yes, you lead a more active life than I and shall probably outlive me. What can I say? Except I feel life ebbing fast. I see my doctor on the 21st for a routine exam but there are some things I need to discuss with him, like last rights. Well, you always accuse me of considering the medical profession a priesthood.

I am enjoying Donald Trump and wish him (almost) every success–He’s going to cost the Republicans the election! I can’t believe there are so many dumb people who believe all his clap-trap. But all this is just high entertainment for the masses and the media love it. What with mass shootings and his ignorant bombast, they get to fill out their programs. It’s more fun for them to be able to interrupt him during an interview than to continually ask survivors of massacres, “How did you feel when the gun was pointed at you?”

Ah, me. Life is strange.

Take care,