Dreaming Bo

I had my best dream yet about Bo. It was so solidly dark and heavily quiet that I figure it's about four in the morning. I was out front, not much more than a few steps from the door. I was busy with something, but I cannot recall what. An interesting and important note: there is no fence. I am tempted to think this might be the Bay Horse house because of this, but the dream could be an amalgamation of bits and pieces from then and now. Bo is outside with me, and he is like a youngster, the way he is running around. At one point, he runs off along the side of the house and out of sight. Almost immediately afterward, I see an Animal Control truck, with a number of its cages empty, riding down the road in the same direction behind Bo. This worries me, and I call out Bo's name. He comes running back into view. He seems to be safe; I don't expect the truck to be coming back. Bo doesn't come to me, though. He still has energy to burn, and he runs off down our street. I feel some frustration and concern over my lack of control over the situation, but I cannot help admiring that dog running in full, lunging strides. There is definitely nothing wrong with his hind legs. I love this dream. I feel like I wouldn't mind leaping into that dream world and living there instead of here.

Trump World

Trump has pulled together the white working class and the moneyed interests of America. No one thought it possible. It's the new Republican Party. Racist, anti-foreigner, deregulation, tax cuts. Reagan on steroids. Unbeatable. If he wants a second term, he gets it.

-- A former Republican congressman