IF YOU’RE COMMITTED-like me-to watching way way less news/talk while Trump dominates TV, ‘The New Yorker’ is a good alternative way to spend your time. It’s a weekly. I woke up for whatever reason real early this morning and read a long piece about immigrants from Ecuador coming here. 100% interesting. 100%. I don’t read all the time. I don’t read as much as I used to. I don’t watch TV programs or movies either. And way less sports. Done with Facebook. I’m kind of addicted to YouTube. 

I DIDN’T WATCH THE DC SERVICE FOR JIMMY CARTER. Phony Trump was there with his look and I didn’t want to see it. I’m going to try to avoid him the rest of the way. Jimmy Carter had a special way about him. I’ll remember that. Funeral recollections are too much. I texted a friend last night that I’m pretty sure I voted for John Anderson in 1980. I was young and his message worked for me.

IT WAS 1967. I was 20, same age as Dustin Hoffman in the movie. I saw it with the woman, also 20, who I’d marry. We saw it in Chicago where she went to college. It wasn’t widely distributed yet. I told all my friends about the movie. I watched it again tonight. I’d seen enough California fires. I didn’t want to see Trump either. I never want to see him. 

 NEIGHBORHOOD LIBRARY, two blocks away. Yesterday afternoon. 

IT WAS COLD THIS MORNING and I almost didn’t go hold the sign. Below freezing my phone said. But I got ready and with a puffy orange coat over a sweater and a blue overcoat over that, I went. Not windy but everybody was bundled. The rest of the week, may be too cold. 

WHO NEEDS ANOTHER IMAGE OF JANUARY 6. But it was so terrible and the denial involved even worse, that I looked for an image online. Hard to pick an image. There are so many.