Meri's Musings

Right now, it's hard for me to believe that there will ever be civil discourse in the political arena here in the good old U.S.A. I have given up on believing that Trump's behavior will ever be anything but self-serving and offensive or that Congress will stop enabling him and rein him in. But I'll never stop believing in kindness,  in beauty, in laughter, and in hope. We need all of those things in abundance. Right now. Every day.

This weekend I took an excursion to the dry side of the state for a little family time. It's way different there,  both in geography, climate and culture. Besides growing lots of apples and some pretty fine wines, the region produces a bumper crop of Republicans. (On the wet side of the state, we tend to have a more moderate climate and grow more Democrats and Independents.) Notwithstanding the dry side's affinity for R's, there's a little architectural oddity alongside I-82 that makes allusion to one of the dark moments in a Republican presidency almost a century ago. Remember Warren Harding and the Teapot Dome Scandal? In case you've forgotten that period of American history, there was some hanky-panky in the selling of leases of federal oil reserves in Wyoming. It rocked the Harding presidency and landed  the Interior Secretary Albert Fall in prison. Talk about a fall guy. So architect Jack Ainsworth designed this dandy little gas station that was built ...