Rusty Strait

I did not settle in Hollywood with acting ambitions. I was a male secretary with the Southern Pacific Railroad in Houston, Texas when I was asked to come with the guys to see one of our fellow employee's estranged wife starring in a big rock and roll movie.

Were it not for the Boston Tea Party and colonists' resentment of taxation without representation; we might never have become a country. King George III of England, due to his greed, committed the greatest error in his reign. Had he relented, we might still be part of the British Empire overseen by a governor instead of a president.

As my readers know, I've been off for the past two weeks. Upon my return, the paper received a call from a gentleman who seemed between anger and disgust. He requested that I come out to see the condition of his street.

Like so many small towns, the local community developed an attitude that "it can't happen here." Ah, but it did. By the weekend, all hell broke loose at the Hemet Valley Mall when peaceful demonstrators were exercising

From which we continued to recover when Donald J. Trump became president. It became fashionable to throw out the words, "Make America Great Again." Words I distinctly remember from the late 1930's in Germany. But we were America at its strongest now. Nothing like that could ever happen here. No way.