|COMMENT Bob Weaver|
New Years Eve my dog Rosie brought a fuzzy deer leg into the yard, to be chewed upon for a half hour, bickering with our other dog Bumpus for possession of the delicacy.
Things were so slow here, I watched their efforts.
At one time Bumpus got possession and ran toward the outhouse with Rosie in hot pursuit.
At least two roving dogs, one a regular, stopped by to grab some food from the back porch dog bowl.
During the morning hours, flocks of birds descended on the bird feeder, having to refill it by early afternoon.
Bored, I checked my email to receive the first fake news story of the year, suggested by an acquaintance that I "MUST READ THIS."
I briefly turned on cable news to hear what Donald Trump had tweeted to make America great again, adoringly saying Putin is "very smart," while acknowledging that Trump's has appointed America's most wealthy citizens to his administration.
Watching a continued fight over the deer bone, I cynically reflected for a few moments that it's really true that about 1% of Americans owns about 99% of America's wealth.
Then I was taken back that I have written dozens of articles, most likely unread, about the decline of the American Middle Class, lamenting upon about 30,000 jobs that flew out of West Virginia to low-paying foreign lands - globalized.
My god, did I support the Donald's big campaign message?
The rest of the week was spent trying to detach from the troublesome national news, watching a few old episodes of Gunsmoke and the Andy Griffith Show.
Though I remain disconnected, I feel better now.