…in junior high and in high school? OK, the first Sweet Young Thing who ever permitted me significant liberties with her person back in the Johnson administration is now, like me, a septuagenarian, and I learned in 2012 that she and her minor-league plutocrat husband hosted a Romney fundraiser at their North Carolina mansion. Another woman from the same sociogenerational cohort, and with whom I was wont at intervals to exchange fluids a few decades after high school, has gone full lunatic QAnon (but I repeat myself). And still another, whose fifteenth birthday party I attended at the end of 1968, has just now blathered on (the Book of Face) about how RFK Junior makes a lot of sense, and how (checks post) she is “horrified by the changes in the political party [that would be the Democrats] that I once wholly supported.” Fuck. Me.

cordially,