fascism

The day after the election, my Irish pen-pal Declan suggested Aer Lingus might be my best bet. Oh… so tempting.  The election triggered my fight-or-flight instincts big time; my adrenals have been screaming “FLY!” for nearly a fortnight straight.  The volume is up, the cry is more strident, but it’s not a new refrain.  I’ve … Read more Getting the Hell Out of Dodge