Looking forward to the Florida rally tomorrow. Big crowd expected!
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) February 18, 2017
Your father never loved you. https://t.co/sdKT1v5esp
— Josh Barro (@jbarro) February 18, 2017
A far more pleasant story, via commentor Aleta — from the NYTimes, “Opening the Heart’s Floodgates, With a Paw”:
The quiet young man had come to me looking for love, ideally at first sight. I asked my usual questions about his work, where he lived, how he spent his free time. I asked about his great loves of the past, what had worked, or not worked, in those relationships. Then I asked how he felt about being jumped on, slobbered on or getting mud all over his couch.
“I’m O.K. with that,” he said. “Can I meet Chance?”
Ah, Chance. The young lab-mix, with a puppy’s zeal for life, who loved to chew on the shelter volunteers’ hands as we leashed him.
“Behave yourself for once,” I urged Chance as I opened the kennel.
He was quiet as I slipped on a harness, but when we turned to leave he began to buck wildly. My heart sank. Then I saw the face of the young man waiting by the door. He’d gone all moony. He only had eyes for Chance.
Much to my surprise, I have become a matchmaker. On Saturday afternoons I pull on my gray T-shirt and head to the Animal Rescue League of Boston, where I help people find their canine soul mates amid the barky din. Doing this work, I’ve not only learned how to pair up people and canines, I have received a master class in the expansiveness of the human heart, a lesson that I very much needed…
What’s on the agenda for the beginning of the (for some of us, three-day) weekend?